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.
“The Rules” have gone through so many revisions, no one seems to know what they are anymore, or if they do, they’re waaaaay far off from everyone else’s. What used to be, “First base on the first date,” has evolved into, “Steal as many bases as you can by 9 p.m.,” which quite honestly would be an OK rule to follow if the person you were on a first date with wasn’t repulsive — and for some reason those who follow the loosest interpretations are the ones you later wish you had never given your number to.
What are some dating rules you (almost) NEVER break?