I am no Mrs. Robinson
Speed Dating Antics
Sailing Off into the Sunset
Your Typical Singles Cruise
3 Online Dating Blunders to Avoid
5 Ways To Overcome Online Dating Fatigue
Embrace Your Curves
First Date Etiquette
Also: In the fear that Ansel will send a steamy and/or romantic text message as Francois is searching my iPhone for YouTube videos or Googling an English word, I’ve started putting my phone into Airplane Mode. Yeah, which makes things very obvious. On the walk back to his place last night, Francois pointed out, “You don’t like me looking at your iPhone, do you? Because you are afraid I’ll look at your contacts?” (Merde!) I stuttered, “No, it’s fine.” He just laughed at me, rightly so. This sexy, confident graduate student / surfer / rock climber is suddenly reverted to a pile of blushes and stumbling, fumbling white lies. I’m debilitated and humiliated and utterly smitten.
I somewhat feel like I should have The Talk with him, you know the one where I tell him I’m Seeing Other People At the Same Time. But at this point, it’s clear he knows. So is it worth it to explicitly state what is already implicitly understood? And now that I’m starting to feel the initial pangs of longing and foolishness that accompanies the stumbling first phases of love, I am afraid of screwing it up and telling him and consequently losing him. Silly silly me. I guess I’m starting to wonder the inevitable: Does he like me?
from → Ansel, Francois
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March 3, 2010
Speed Dating Antics
Sailing Off into the Sunset
Your Typical Singles Cruise
3 Online Dating Blunders to Avoid
5 Ways To Overcome Online Dating Fatigue
Embrace Your Curves
First Date Etiquette
Also: In the fear that Ansel will send a steamy and/or romantic text message as Francois is searching my iPhone for YouTube videos or Googling an English word, I’ve started putting my phone into Airplane Mode. Yeah, which makes things very obvious. On the walk back to his place last night, Francois pointed out, “You don’t like me looking at your iPhone, do you? Because you are afraid I’ll look at your contacts?” (Merde!) I stuttered, “No, it’s fine.” He just laughed at me, rightly so. This sexy, confident graduate student / surfer / rock climber is suddenly reverted to a pile of blushes and stumbling, fumbling white lies. I’m debilitated and humiliated and utterly smitten.
I somewhat feel like I should have The Talk with him, you know the one where I tell him I’m Seeing Other People At the Same Time. But at this point, it’s clear he knows. So is it worth it to explicitly state what is already implicitly understood? And now that I’m starting to feel the initial pangs of longing and foolishness that accompanies the stumbling first phases of love, I am afraid of screwing it up and telling him and consequently losing him. Silly silly me. I guess I’m starting to wonder the inevitable: Does he like me?
from → Ansel, Francois
7 Responses leave one →
March 3, 2010