I met a snake dude on a plane, who, after an hour of easy conversation and drowning slightly in his big blue eyes (barf, I know) asked for my business card. Of course, I was fresh out of cards (fuck you, Murphy) so I wrote my name and cellphone number on a piece of paper. After taking it, dude-on-a-plane handed it back and said, “Hey, put your email on here.” Odd, but sure, whatev. He’s cute and knows how to surf.
It’s been two weeks and the only form of communication he has used so far was a text message (which was a response to one from me) and two emails, each one sent on Monday around the same time.
Has today’s single male given chivalrous courtship a makeover? Or are emails the new “first base?” I dunno how many times I’m going to have to check my Gmail — and double-check my grammar — before I get a second-base text message, but I’d rather find a way to steal third and head straight to home plate.
Went on a first date last night. Thought I’d give him a try. He failed.
Ladies — I feel it’s our public duty to educate the men of the world about what NOT to do when you like a girl. How else are they going to learn?
6 Don’ts for the Dating Scene: