Girls' Night Out = Awkwardness

In an effort to avoid a bloggable date, Robin and I went out on a date. Together.

So, we went to go see a play on campus. The theater this play was in was small. The kind where chairs are set up in a U-shape around the center floor. This floor space is where the actors perform. Robin and I were seated in the corner, comfortably placed.

Next to us was a couple who were clearly on a first date. Poor saps. However, this entry is not about them and the visible awkwardness.

It was a few minutes after intermission, and I was innocently scanning the audience across from us. There was a girl, seated next to a boy. She seemed to be fishing around in her mouth with her hand. Then I realized, her hand was twisted in what must have been the most uncomfortable fashion. Actually... no. Impossible. Also, the size was far too large. Wait... no. It couldn't be.

I nudged Robin, nodding towards the couple. She looked at them in confusion. Then realization dawned.

Rachel's Tip for Dating:

Some PDA is not even remotely okay. Like biting/sucking on the hand of your significant other.

How is is that she and I can't even go on a date with each other without getting creeped out?

I'm going to go gnaw on the hand of a boy. Yum.

And So It Begins...

The night you have been waiting for all week is finally here, the night of your date. As you finish getting ready, you hear a familiar tune being tapped on the front door and one of your roommates rushes to answer it before you have the chance to scurry off with the mysterious visitor on the other side. After that darn doorstep scene at the end of the date, you enter the apartment to be bombarded by questions about the status of your evening. Through the laughter, and sometimes tears, the story of your date unfolds for all nearby to hear. Over the next few days, everyone you encounter hears of that night and are able to share in your pain, or joy, about the events of that one fateful evening.

Well, this is how it goes for me in my dating and social life. One night after sharing experiences with friends, we thought it would be fun to start sharing the stories of these fun nights and strange encounters with you, the Internet audience. Heck, if you can't laugh and share about some of these situations, they are not even worth going through! And we figured it would also be a good place to vent about the frustrating process we call dating, which sometimes gets to be a little ridiculous. Or a lot. So go ahead - read on, laugh loud, and enjoy!

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Date Tip: Do NOT ask someone out via text. We all know that texting is the less stressful way of talking to someone, but seriously, it's just taking the easy way out when it comes to dating. And it’s kinda lame. Just get up the courage and call them. I absolutely HATE talking on the phone and understand this temptation, but if you are wanting to ask someone out and get to know them, step out of your comfort zone for a quick minute and just talk. You're going to have to talk to them on your date anyway, right??

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So this week I was asked out by this guy, via text [hence the above venting], to attend a cultural event with him, to which I said I would. Friday night finally came, and after too much time studying on campus, I came home to get ready [Random observation - It's snowing again. Grr]. Right on time there was a knock at the door. None of my roommates were home so I answered the door, said hi, grabbed my purse and coat, and left with John*.

We walked out to his car, where he walked directly to his own door, allowing me to open my own door [Maybe I've been a little spoiled with guys opening my car door on dates?]. We drove to the venue and went to the performance, looking at artwork in the lobby area because we were early. There was good conversation, and some laughing in there too [always a necessity]. We watched the performance and then headed back to the car to head home, and he opened the car door for me. [Oh, and he was texting DURING the performance.] We headed back to my place, with him parking the car and walking me up to my door. I absolutely dread doorstep scenes and like them to be over as soon as possible, so after a quick joke and hug, we said goodbye and I headed inside.

*Names have been changed to protect the innocent

[Well, in this case the guilty, but I needed to put in a reference to the cop shows I watch so often.]

So, despite the lack of dating manners, I had a fun time. Maybe it'll be better on the second date... if there is a second date.

Until next time, Robin