DATING

Dating is one of those double-edged sword kinds of things. I’ve been out of the loop for at least 8 years so it’s slowly making it’s way back into my insulated world. Honestly, I think it was easier in high school and college. Why? I think I was gutsier then. Now…I just want to get all that icky yucky uncomfortable stuff OVER with. Life would be so much easier if I could just start dating and instantly be transported to that 3-month phase.

I know all the stories. He’s seen me naked. And there’s none of this awkward wondering if we’re compatible or not. But it’s new enough in the dating process that I still get all tingly and excited and want to jump his bones all the time.

Ok, so I’m dreaming.

Small talk. That’s a killer. Pregnant pauses. (I’ve never actually figured out why they call them "pregnant". Anyone?) Those are like having your fingernails pulled out, one by one. Heck, at least you’d be DOING something getting your fingernails ripped out. Screaming, yes. But you’d be OCCUPIED.

And those last moments, where you wonder:

"Ok…is this guy going to kiss me?"
"Whoa…is that spinach?"
"Are my lips dry?"
"Did I shave my underarms?"
"I wore the GOOD underwear right?"
"Should I really have had that bean burrito for lunch?"

Who here loves dating: