This part of the evening is terrifying.
It is a roller coaster of emotions where you go from being excited at the prospect of meeting someone new and the feeling of wanting to throw up everything you have eaten today. It is a constant back and forth between going and picking up your phone to cancel due to some family emergency or sudden illness.
This could end in one of three ways.
1) You reschedule and force yourself to go.
2) You reschedule and cancel on him again.
3) You cancel and then ignore all further communication from him until he finally gives up and takes the hint.
Once you finally decide that you will jump into the scalding hot water that is a blind date … you start to panic because you have no idea what to wear. Even if you are going to a casual locale you have to worry about looking pretty enough, sexy enough, normal enough, interesting enough and all the other enoughs you can think of. Which if you ask me (and since you are reading this you ARE asking me), is a load of crap. Why does it matter? Shouldn’t he like you for being you? Even if being you means showing up in yoga pants and a sweatshirt?? Okay, even I suggest wearing something a little fancier than yoga pants on a blind date … but hey, to each their own.
Honestly, I think that any type of first date should occur when you are at your grungiest. Messy hair, way casual clothes and sans make-up for the ladies. Because honestly, if he can find any semblance of attraction towards you when you are dressed like that? Then there shouldn’t be a problem when you are dressed up. It also allows you to get the awkwardness of the first dressed-down evening out of the way. This is what you get babe, take it or leave it.
So you decide to go, you figure out what to wear. Now what? Now comes what I think is the worst part. Driving to the pre-determined location because he can’t pick you up at your home - what if it is awful and now he knows where you live??? So you drive over there, convincing yourself to calm down, stop sweating, and no don’t you even think about turning the car around. You park, get out of the car and now you have to try to recognize the man you are meeting from a few shameless selfies he posted on the dating site and you pray to the sweet Lord that he looks like his pictures (he I am sure is doing the exact same thing). If you are lucky the place you are meeting isn’t busy. If it is, you get to play the blank faced person standing at the door searching the locale for someone you vaguely recognize.
You finally see each other. Greet each other awkwardly and sit down. Now what? Now you are forced to make polite conversation with each other for a set amount of time to find out if there is a spark. This doesn’t seem too difficult, but factor in the fact that you have been e-mailing for weeks and have already asked the first date favorites question.
If you somehow manage to survive all that you owe yourself a massive drink or a ginormous piece of chocolate. All that remains now is to decide if you want to see him again … or if you get to start the process all over with someone else.
It is a roller coaster of emotions where you go from being excited at the prospect of meeting someone new and the feeling of wanting to throw up everything you have eaten today. It is a constant back and forth between going and picking up your phone to cancel due to some family emergency or sudden illness.
This could end in one of three ways.
1) You reschedule and force yourself to go.
2) You reschedule and cancel on him again.
3) You cancel and then ignore all further communication from him until he finally gives up and takes the hint.
Once you finally decide that you will jump into the scalding hot water that is a blind date … you start to panic because you have no idea what to wear. Even if you are going to a casual locale you have to worry about looking pretty enough, sexy enough, normal enough, interesting enough and all the other enoughs you can think of. Which if you ask me (and since you are reading this you ARE asking me), is a load of crap. Why does it matter? Shouldn’t he like you for being you? Even if being you means showing up in yoga pants and a sweatshirt?? Okay, even I suggest wearing something a little fancier than yoga pants on a blind date … but hey, to each their own.
Honestly, I think that any type of first date should occur when you are at your grungiest. Messy hair, way casual clothes and sans make-up for the ladies. Because honestly, if he can find any semblance of attraction towards you when you are dressed like that? Then there shouldn’t be a problem when you are dressed up. It also allows you to get the awkwardness of the first dressed-down evening out of the way. This is what you get babe, take it or leave it.
So you decide to go, you figure out what to wear. Now what? Now comes what I think is the worst part. Driving to the pre-determined location because he can’t pick you up at your home - what if it is awful and now he knows where you live??? So you drive over there, convincing yourself to calm down, stop sweating, and no don’t you even think about turning the car around. You park, get out of the car and now you have to try to recognize the man you are meeting from a few shameless selfies he posted on the dating site and you pray to the sweet Lord that he looks like his pictures (he I am sure is doing the exact same thing). If you are lucky the place you are meeting isn’t busy. If it is, you get to play the blank faced person standing at the door searching the locale for someone you vaguely recognize.
You finally see each other. Greet each other awkwardly and sit down. Now what? Now you are forced to make polite conversation with each other for a set amount of time to find out if there is a spark. This doesn’t seem too difficult, but factor in the fact that you have been e-mailing for weeks and have already asked the first date favorites question.
If you somehow manage to survive all that you owe yourself a massive drink or a ginormous piece of chocolate. All that remains now is to decide if you want to see him again … or if you get to start the process all over with someone else.
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