It was a "good date", so what is wrong with me?

I am going to cheat. This is an old post that was supposed to be part of this blog a long time ago. Once you read more (and I start posting) I hope you will realise why I never got around to setting up the blog until now.

Thoughts after coming back from a date:

So, we are probably not going to date. I don’t think there was chemistry. But then again, what do I know?. Most of my dates have had alcohol involved, and that being said, attraction can be easily found when you are drinking. I guess this is what mature dating looks like. The whole deal the way it should be. Coffee, lots of time for conversation (uncomfortable silences included) and a movie. I am a bit clueless… does this mean there probably shouldn’t be more dates? Would this be a waste of time? Is it ok to give it another try because it is always good to have friends that you can talk to, knowing that you might never be interested? Wouldn’t that mean I would be wasting someone else’s time? And if so, wouldn’t that be completely selfish on my part? Decisions, decisions, and lots of time to think! I have to say though, coming back from a fireworks/butterflies in the stomach-free date is surprisingly more disappointing than if I had just come back from a lousy date. If the guy was an idiot, I would be happy to say: well, at least we figured that one out soon enough, and now move on to the next person. In this case –going out with a nice guy that I might never like just because- makes the whole dating thing seem a little hopeless. It could mean that a. maybe it is me, I am being too picky and I will never be completely happy with anyone; b. this might be what dating nice guys is going to be like, so I am going to be either stuck to the idiots and being passionately miserable forever or settle for the nice boy and be comfortable (but not necessarily happy) or c. how many more of these must I go through before finding the one I like?

Finally, coming home at a reasonably late hour, just on the verge of being too late to still go out but not that late to justify staying home, and having no emails, msn messages or texts of the “other” potential candidates makes it even sadder. Here is this guy, that just took me out on quite a nice evening and I am not that happy. And he is probably the only one that cared enough to hang out with me tonight. It feels like I don’t have that many choices and puts a little pressure on accepting a second date. Who would say no to the only dude that is interested??

On a positive note, I learned a valuable lesson tonight: the guys I thought would be so interesting and mature and smart that they would be intimidating... Not so much. As it turns out, they are normal people, just like the rest of us. So maybe I am now ready to be open to dating men from a completely different category. The successful driven professionals can be just as (un) exciting as the idealist, adventurous rock stars.