Recently, my friend Sonia wrote an incredible list of men she'd dated since her first boyfriend entitled "The one...". Her list was so insightfully written that I got inspired, so here's my take on that idea: "15 things I learned from 15 different first dates"
- From the man who mentioned in motley ways his family's impressive cumulative cop count, I learned that I do not like men propositioning me for a second date on the first (they usually pick up on this eventually)
- From the man who was a costumed blind date, I learned that my self-cherishment can be easily crumpled (friends always help iron it out though)
- From the man who drove in from the suburbs to grab a generic chain-brand coffee with me, I learned that sometimes men are actually better looking than their profiles would suggest (this is not a guarantee)
- From the man who only walked with me in a park, I learned that men really do think negging will work (it will not)
- From the man who thought he was winkily suggesting I could have him that night if I wanted, I learned the vitality of holding the line (I have yet to be wrong for doing so)
- From the man who told me nearly immediately that he could foresee me being his partner, I learned that my pace is unhurried (frenzied paces make me lose my footing)
- From the man who used his declared awkward devotion to defend his forward allusions, I learned that flattery is different than fixation (one can be appreciated by both, the other only by those peccant)
- From the man who took me to see Moonlight, I learned that shared awe and hope is crucial (the lack is irreparable)
- From the man who tried to hide his vape cloud from the bartender, I learned that rule breaking has to have a cause (rebels without one are only magnetic in their own delusions)
- From the man who was sober, I learned that sometimes missing details can be key to understanding (yet, understanding is not the same as wanting)
- From the man I met in a Galway cafe, I learned that some men cannot keep disappointment from their faces (or, perhaps, they do not even try)
- From the man who asked if he could kiss me, I learned that people pleasing is not in deference to my pleasure (I have not yet learned how to best adjust even when an unwanted tongue is thrust my way)
- From the man who took me ax throwing, I learned that sometimes men give all the signals that they are interested and ready, but are not (they may tell you gently)
- From the man I met as part of a paid study, I learned that there are still some good ones out there (but they may be out of reach)
- From the man who let me name our two-person trivia team, I learned that it is possible to start again (that road is not easy, but it is traversable)
(Prompt inspired by Sonia Soto)
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