Just in case we’re keeping track, I’ve had exactly two dates since I absolutely swore off blogging my dates.
Yes, not ONE but TWO dates!
I’ve been productive.
Both dates were in restaurants I’d never been to with men I’d never been out with before.
There’s something a little scary about meeting a strange man in a new place.
You never know who you’re REALLY going out with.
Although for the record, I’ve had basically neutral interactions with everyone I’ve gone out with.
Yeah, perhaps my dates and I lacked chemistry, but overall the men I’ve gone out with have been an adequate lot.
If on the horny side.
I know, I know. . . you’re thinking, “But it’s YOU, Michelle! You attract your own energy.”
Perhaps I am a little to blame.
Can I help it that when given the slightest flirt, men usually amplify the signal 10 fold?
Suddenly cheeky banter turns into an all-out sext fest.
Not that that is what happened on my dates.
Or, maybe. . .
I really can’t say.