Day15 to week three
Apparently I care far less about handing my email
address out than my phone number to someone I have barely exchanged
pleasantries. I was asked for my phone number and created a challenge for the
possible recipient should he wish to accept it. Upon result he would then be
allowed access to the digits. I did this for a couple of reasons. One, I
thought it was a bit forward, which is ironic in the traditional dating sense.
Two, he seemed a fun so I thought this could be a fun little challenge for him,
and of course it depends more on banter ability than factual correctness. And
rising to the challenge in the form of a joke also counts.
It does seem like a strange concept to have to make
the effort to write down or type all sorts of details and experiences to a
person you are ‘dating’ (can I really use dating at this point?), when my last
experience of dating a guy was saying as little as possible in texts and being
incredibly aloof. The term dating is actually incorrect because you’re not
dating someone you’ve never met. You’re just getting to know them. Which is
another contradiction because when you date someone you get to know them, but
that’s normally in the flesh.
a couple of emails later…
When I signed up for this I thought the most I could
get out of it was a good piece of writing fodder. I never thought someone
would actually offer to show me around a city, promise me a hug (what a slut!)
and want to get to know me.
Either way, I am more intrigued by this person the
more I talk to him. Who would have thought! It’s quite nice really, my
confidence is booming and for once I am genuinely interested in another person.
At least for now I have a new pen friend and online dating is gradually winning
me over.
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