Donkey Kong and Dating

Let’s
make this metaphor even more ridiculous. See I’m the type of monkey that
doesn’t need to stay floating high in the air for a long time. In fact I don’t
mind slowly floating closer and closer to the lava. All I really need is a
spurt of air that keeps spinsterhood at bay.
Last
week that spurt came in the form of James the very attractive guy I met at a
YSA activity. Our interaction was light fun that buoyed me back up in the air.
I was fine with it ending there. Oddly enough, I probably would have preferred
it. Mostly because I don’t trust myself to make anything work out and I’d
rather have the memory of a perfect night than another dating gone wrong story.
Well
I didn’t get my way because he read my blog and started FB messaging me about it.
Apparently he thought it was pretty funny and he didn’t originally think I was
that witty.
I
sometimes wonder if guys realize their compliments are actually quite rude. But
thank goodness I now know how dull and dreary I am in person.
We’ve
now been FB messaging for days about literature and movies and whatever else we can
come up with. Finally a guy who likes to read! On Sunday he came up and asked
me on a date. I guess this is happening?
-The Bluestocking
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