I met this guy for a first date a few weeks ago. We had a great time – he was really funny, sweet, and we got along really well. “I’d like to do this again,” he said. Absolutely. We parted in the parking lot with a hug, which is how I like to end a first date.
Second date. Gosh, I can’t remember where we went! But it was the same as the first – lots of fun, good conversation. We parted with a hug. Which was…fine. Did I want a kiss? Yes. Did I care all that much that I didn’t get one? No. But it would have been nice.
Third date: we were meeting for a sushi lunch…at a restaurant that I always forget is closed for lunch on Sunday. We decided to find another place to go, and I offered to drive. We had lunch – it was great, the same as the other two, fun, great conversation. As I drove him back to his car, I realized I had just made the opportunity for a kiss nearly impossible. Do I get out of the car so we could kiss? That seems weird. Or do I forget the option of a kiss this go around, on our 3rd date? That would really push my limit. Or, worst of all, would we do an “across the console” kiss, which I knew would be completely awkward and unsatisfactory?
“I’d like to do this again,” he said. Absolutely. He leaned across the console. I puckered up, then realized he was going to only hug me. Then he realized I was going to kiss him, so he turned his head so our lips met. In a very, very unsatisfying and awkward kiss.
Fourth date: we finally got to eat sushi. Another great time, same as the other three dates. He walked me out to my car, and I was excited to finally get a good kiss. It’s been a while for me. He took my arm, leaned in, and…gave me the very briefest of pecks on the mouth, much like when parents kiss their kids on the lips (which I think is weird, by the way, kissing kids on the lips, but that’s just my opinion). I got in my car, drove away, and wondered what the heck had just happened.
March 1st rolled around. My match subscription was up, and I was done. D-U-N-done. I hid my profile, resolutely deciding I was done with online dating. If I was meant to meet a man, I would do it the old fashioned way.
The next day I signed up for OKCupid. I’m such a glutton for punishment. (More on that later.)
Two days later I got an email from that guy, the fourth date peck guy. Paraphrasing: “It was nice meeting you, but I don’t think we’re right for each other. Have a nice life.”