October 23rd 2018
Today I was asked out on a date for what I think is the first time in my life. I know that sounds like a sad thing for a 25-year-old man to admit, but until a few months ago I’d been with the same girl for a decade, and I’m 100% sure she didn’t ask me out the first time around.
A week or so ago I decided to make a profile on one of the dating apps. Apparently that’s basically how it’s done now. I feel like I skipped both normal dating, and the advent of online dating, but now it seems that it’s just the default way to meet people. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it though, to be honest.
Even so, a girl I’ve been speaking to asked me for coffee and, naturally, I became instantly terrified because I’m a deeply neurotic and self-conscious person. I think I managed to hide that from her though. In classic me fashion, I’ve been overthinking the whole thing in my head for the last twelve hours.
I think traditionally, if you’ll forgive me for saying this, the gender roles should be reversed in this situation, and I should have asked her, but this particular app empowers the girl by requiring them to “speak first”, and so eventually she asked first. Of course, that suits me fine, because of the aforementioned neurosis.
That’s natural though, right?
It’s funny, (well… it isn’t really) I am literally employed as a full-time writer, but man did I struggle to write that little biography that the apps recommend you complete. It asks for, like, three lines, and I barely made it to three words. And one of those was my age. It was just a very, very tricky task, so for a while I left it blank. I’m not sure what that says about me, but it’s definitely better than anything I could’ve tried to write.
And so, I’m partly freaking out, partly quite excited, and partly just very confused by the whole thing.
Until tomorrow, we’ll see what happens.