Okay. Topic of the day: how do you know if it’s really A Date.
The problem is, the answer depends on the guy. So he calls you, and suggests you go somewhere together, and then walks you to the door when he drops you off. The problem is, Friends do that, too.
Why the hell didn’t he kiss me goodnight?
There can be only one reason. Hang on. Any men reading this (yeah yeah, I know it’s a stretch that ANYONE is reading this!!! but just in case, humor me, okay?) any men reading this, go away and read something else instead.
There’s probably some website with sports stuff on it, go read that.
Okay. They gone? Good. Now. Ladies. Here’s a bit of advice. The best kind of advice, meaning, it’s advice that I never took myself, and look at what a mess I’ve made of my life. IOW, this is advice that will let you sail through your most precious & steamingly hot relationships in total Peace and Bliss.
Ready?
*drumroll*
Beware male assumption creep.
Yeah, you read that right. Let me explain. Beware the guy who starts assuming little things. And then slightly bigger things . . . Better yet, beware assuming stuff yourself, too. Like with me and Gil. Did I ever, once, tell him I expected him to really commit to me? No. I just let us kind of evolve into a couple. I *assumed* we were couple. I let him *assume* I would always be there for him.
It’s my fault. I know it. I didn’t ask enough. But here’s the thing. Once you get in the habit of not asking, how do you change it? You can’t. You can’t suddenly expect him to be different.
Crap. I need a way out. I really do. But I don’t know what the “way out†is.
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