Trying to date takes up all of my writerly energy (not even dating, just trying to date).
I’m not sure why that is really.
It’s not like I’m spending hours a day thinking up witty replies to stellar messages. Most of the emails that land in my inbox are about the same level of lame one liner as I’ve already mentioned in this post. I’m not even bothering to reply to those.
I did indeed ask my last vanilla date if he wanted to have a kissing date:
“Thanks so much for coming to meet me. Who knew a beard could be so useful :).
I don’t think we’re a good relationship match, but I really like the way you kiss.
Would you consider talking about a no-strings post-beard kissing date (I know you don’t know what that is, hence the ‘talking about it’ bit :))?”
“Hmmm, I’ll consider it..
Of course, sure!
I miss kissing, and you’re good at it.
Will it happen? I have no idea.
He was planning to meet a woman who had a thing for beards, so that means a delay on the beard-butchery. We’ve had a few text exchanges since, he invited me out for a walk on the beach with his dog (aw sweet), I said I’d hold out for the kissing date thankyouverymuch. But my interest in that is slipping away as time goes on, so if it doesn’t happen soon, it won’t happen at all.