Oops, I Did It Again! – A Dating Post Mortem

Lovely night out, I had.

I met a guy who treated me wonderfully, respectfully, romantically. Ok, so he wasn’t an Adonis, but I found that it mattered less and less as the evening wore on.

We talked and flirted for quite a while. We even talked about food and drink and restaurants, and bandied about the idea of him taking me out for dinner in the future.

Eventually, he leaned in and kissed me. Nice.

Sadly, it was all downhill from there.

The first problem was that I let things go further than that. To be honest, it had been long enough between nights out like this that I had forgotten my own dating rules, developed through the bad feelings of doing things wrong. Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it, right?

My immediate thinking process – if thinking went on at all – was that I was kinda in the mood, and I was enjoying his company.

Anyway, the second problem was that once things got hot and heavy, his demeanor changed somewhat. Nothing profound or offensive really, but enough that I sensed it right away.

THAT was the moment of truth – and I let it slip by. THAT was the moment to walk away – but I didn’t.

Ever do something, and all the while you know you’re making a mistake but you continue? Like a slow-motion car-wreck… and you can’t stop! Part of it is hoping your instincts are wrong, but they never are. Part of it is worry about offending the other person, which is stupid.

In retrospect, I can visualize how it should have gone, what I should have done, and what I could have said to extricate myself reasonably gracefully from the situation at the right time. I am repeating these to myself at every opportunity, and hoping for further inspiration, but in any event preparing for the next time (since there’s nothing one can do about the last time).

Sometimes I think I am an adult woman with an adolescent’s street-smarts. In some sense that can be understood, having never had the formative years to learn the dating ropes, as it were. I welcome your experiences and advice.

Interestingly, in the wake of this mess, I would still happily go out for dinner with him. But, no monkey-business!