Posted by dougped on Nov 11, 2010 in Blog | 0 comments
Do you remember your last first date? I certainly remember mine. My last first date was with a woman named Nurys Maria. She was Dominican and spoke with an accent that was half Spanish and half Brooklyn; an attractive Virgo with a quick wit. I thought it was cute when she would say “boss” or “balls.” Like many New Yorkers, she would drawl certain words out with an “a-u” sound. The same “au” sound that you hear when you say the word “Au-gust.” Boss turned into bauss and “balls” turned into baulls. “My buass has bualls the size of Texas! Adios mio, mi amor!” she would never say.
Most people either really love or really hate dating. There’s hardly any middle ground, which I always found fascinating. The people that love dating are the ones who eventually escaped the game by getting married – and they’re happy simply because they no longer had to date anymore. At least the married people I know. The ones that hate dating are the forever single people that walk amongst us. How could there be so many single people on earth that can’t seem to find each other? They all seemingly want the same thing. They’re right next to each other. They can physically see each other. They can even talk to each other. But, they just can’t seem to find each other. Fascinating!
I had one buddy that used to tell me that dating was like a game: you win some and you lose some; there’s always the thrill of the hunt; you can score points or get thrown in the penalty box. Another used to describe it like fishing: reel them in, watch it squirm a bit, and either keep them in the boat or toss them back into the ocean. I always thought dating was like work, or maybe I thought work was like dating. Either way, I did mind it too much.. I always felt like going on a date was like going on a job interview, which I proved to be pretty good at. In some instances I felt dating was like being interrogated in a prison camp, which I had also been trained for and was apparently pretty good at.