I need to take a breath before I let the bitterness consume me... Remember what my life coach taught me... "Don't hate the player, hate the game."
I need to take a breath before I let the bitterness consume me... Remember what my life coach taught me... "Don't hate the player, hate the game."
You need to meet someone at a farmers market. Seems wholesome.
Not gonna lie, I have felt drawn to farmers markets lately. The lure of fresh Honeycrisp apples...
Don’t forget the delicious cheese.
Maybe I can use women's love of cheese to my advantage. Yes... I have a cunning plan...
To begin with people like notable gestures. Not expensive. Literally listening and recalling something someone said two weeks later. Multiply it by 100x for planning an evening where her only decision is shawl or no shawl.
It's the notion that you're special to someone. Even if it doesn't workout, it would be positive. That's all the advice I have.
*when I say plan an evening, I hope I don't have to specify something mutually enjoyable because you've talked enough to discover that she likes honey ham
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Please specify all you can. I need all the help I can get.
Let me say, I've been on way too many last dates where it was apparent that not only did he pick the thing he likes so he could talk at me about his interests the entire time, it actually felt like he didn't listen/care enough to understand very basic things about me like I'm not into ultraviolence
John Wick* may be the one exception. But I discovered that on Netflix. It's totally different going out on a date for a fun evening and getting traumatized instead.
I get it. I'm not into horror, but there are a few horror projects that are so well done on an artistic level that they win me over (Get Out, Walking Dead comic).
Not on a date with a new person 🤣❤️
It's a shame they don't make romcoms anymore!
Chiming in late, but I went to see Civil War on a third date which ended up a last date. I had bought the tickets well in advance, and it was my last day in town before a trip, so I just asked if she wanted to come with. Damn was that movie traumatizing… Got dumped upon landing in France. :/
Are you sure it was because of the movie and not a coincidence? Post hoc ergo propter hoc.
I mean, we certainly weren't meant to be, but I wouldn't have minded it lasting a bit longer. But that movie definitely put us both in a very anxious state of mind. Let's just say it wasn't a cuddlefest.
That's interesting. My mom will get to a point where she refuses to pick a restaurant when we're deciding. The decision fatigue is real.