Or however that's supposed to go.
But in all honesty--and this is going to be half-embarrassing to admit and mostly amusing--I think I can only pinpoint one "date" that ever felt truly planned, and I'm not sure it entirely counted because it was with an ex-boyfriend and it was an anniversary.
Well, there's another "date" a few years ago that might count, but it ended with me discovering he was kind of racist and then having to lie about having a boyfriend to stop him from stalking me around coffee shops.
I think my response to that, at the time, was, "But rejection's a part of life, so why not get it over with instead of living in dating limbo forever?"
I still stand by that. Because why would you want to be in limbo? Sure, rejection sucks, but wouldn't you rather know if the other person is interested in you before you spent months and months in the "maybe, maybe not" zone?
Not that I'm an expert, by any means. I've been on both sides of being rejected and being the one to do the rejecting. Neither is really a fun place to be in. More often than not these days, to be honest, I find myself just not thinking about dating because it all seems like a complicated mess.
Is that a weird thing to admit? Is this all TMI? It's just something I've been thinking about when people ask me why I'm not dating so-and-so, or ask me if I'm interested in settling down and starting a family. But I have to learn how to keep a plant alive first before I can keep another human being alive.
And because I don't know how to end this TMI-fest, here's an Evan Edinger video that I feel like I identify with: