The Date

I went on my date last night, and it was quite possibly the most awkward dinner I've ever had. The guy was clearly very nervous, and like a callous idiot, I totally called him on it, about half way through the dinner. He turned bright red. I don't know what I was thinking. Sometimes I pick people apart just because I can, without thinking first about whether I really should. In this case, I shouldn't have, but by the time I realized what I had done, it was too late.

Poor guy.

We talked for a couple hours about all the usual "getting to know you" topics. He's really nice and sweet, and even kind of witty in a cute way. I actually like him a lot. Just not like that. No attraction at all.

I was honest with him. I told him that I am neither interested in nor ready to be dating, but that I thought he was a great guy and I'd like to be his friend. He said he was cool with that, and we talked about getting together again to hang out as friends. But I could see that he was disappointed with my declaration, so I don't know if he really wants to get together again. I guess we'll see what happens.

Classic lines that guys totally hate to hear...

You're a really great "friend".

I really like you, but I'm not interested in dating.

And the George Costanza original...

It's not you, it's me.

Not saying I used these exact phrases, but the conversation ultimately went in that direction. It was the honest truth.

I know I let him down, but hopefully he appreciates my honesty. I'm proud of myself for being up front with him and being true to myself. I could have easily squirmed out of it without telling him how I felt, but I didn't.

Yay me.

It's almost like I've learned.

Or something.