Over the subsequent weeks with Asian Weightlifting Firefighter we went on all sorts of dates - park dates, movie dates, symphony orchestra dates, dinner dates, watching the Olympics dates (he imparted his knowledge of Olympic weightlifting while I filled him in on Rugby 7’s), film festival dates, furniture shopping dates… wait, woah, what? Furniture shopping?
I never felt unsafe but there was something that made me incredibly uncomfortable almost from the get go when we arrived at his place. But what happened next also provided two of the weirdest/wtf anecdotes I have from dating. So, you know, every cloud...
Despite my resolution to move away from the quiet guy sphere after a few less than stellar dates, one of those meh dates came back for seconds and I figured maybe it was worth another try.
Who wants to go on a date and feel like it was a waste of their time and that watching paint dry might have been a better option?
Judgements are a confession of character and society has made it appear that one night stands are understandable, necessary even, for men but somehow a sign of low self worth or "easiness" on the part of women.
I had the rage. You know the kind that makes you send texts about it to your friends in FULL CAPS?