As a policy, I don’t post running commentary on the men I’m dating. (Details leading up to a first encounter, on the other hand, are fair game.) But what about the men I’m not dating?
Case in point. Over the weekend, I was “fixed up,” and it seemed to go surprisingly well. As soon as he walked in, I felt relaxed, like I knew I could be myself. The evening was filled with lively conversation, which came easily; we had many shared interests (important ones like food, movies and art) and hours passed by as if they were minutes. Plus, I thought he was cute.
When I phoned the “matchmaker” this morning asking for the scoop, there was an awkward silence on the other end. “We didn’t really talk about it,” my friend answered hesitantly. “That couldn’t be true. I mean, I know you’re two guys,” I blurted out. “But he said nothing about me?!” “Well,” my friend replied, almost in a mumble, “I’m not sure it’s going anywhere. He thinks you’re too smart for him.” Oh, no, not that again. I hustled myself off the phone. The thing is, I’m not too smart for him. So it’s code. But for what?
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