Dating is rough.
But dating 2019 is even worse.
Anytime I hear the word “Tinder” – a toe curling, high pitched, screech echoes.
Maybe I’m too old-school.
It’s hard to accept this is somewhat the standard now.
Elon Musk did say that in this day and age we are basically walking cyborgs with this little device….this little phone attached to our hip….
And you can either love or hate technology but it’s coming in full swing and you really should just embrace it.
My response to Mr. Elon Musk?
….. I am trying.
But I also for some reason have this part of me that is digging my heels into the ground, fighting for dear life…..
Why do I have such a phobia of technology sometimes.
I guess we all kind of do. Artificial intelligence taking over the world and just ending the human race.
Or maybe we can co-exist?
Do robots, or AI strictly like to work?
Could they do all work and humans kinda sit back and relax? Or do robots like to sit back and relax too? Have a beer – or……well, whatever makes a robot happy?
Silly, I know.
But that could be nice. Robots do the everyday mundane jobs and humans work on things that they really want to work on….. hobbies they always wanted to get great at but never had the time for.
Would robots be cool with that? I mean, certain dogs are meant for herding. Does that mean they hate their life because that’s all they do – no.
Robots could do the jobs that are required for the world to function.
And they probably would be much better at it anyways.
If that were the case, I guess I could do all the awesome outdoorsy things that I have always dreamed of doing.
And speaking of the great outdoors —
“Active outdoorsy person seeking an active outdoorsy person” turned out to be a cute guy on Tinder with that being his bio.
“Now providing best tours of our beautiful California beaches and surf breaks.”
And so – I swiped on my little handheld device.
The conversation was good and he invited me to go surfing sometime. At first, I naturally agreed. As if this was a friend I had known for a while. But then I realized that this was a man I met on Tinder. I flat out REFUSED to meet anyone online. It seemed weird to me. Most of my interactions were just back and forth conversations to kill time since moving here. But also it was nice just swiping to see what was out there. I wanted to know if I had a type? Turns out yes, and no.
But then one message led to another one. And I agreed to go surfing with him. Elon Musk would be proud. I am accepting technology!! Maybe this wouldn’t be too terrible….
Lately I have been on a Bob Moses kick. This duo gives such a breezy and careless sound that reminds me of Chris Issak’s Wicked Game. Pretty sure they have some inspiration from that song somewhere.
And as I learned more about my “date”, I couldn’t help but correlate this music into what I’m feeling.
I guess I started getting a similar vibe from him.
He’s a mellow, beachy, super attractive guy with tons of layers for me to learn about.
Maybe we could go to a Bob Moses concert sometime.
I think concerts are the best places to go on a date to be honest.
You get to experience each other on a much deeper level, without any verbal communication.
It makes the bond closer.
Needless to say, what I enjoyed more than anything about him was that everything we did was easy. Nothing felt unnatural. At least to me.
Society sets these stupid parameters of who texts who first, and how often is fine to hang out…. and when is it appropriate to kiss and blah, blah, blah….first base, second base, etc…..
And let me just say. From Sunday to Sunday… being eight days in… we hung out 5 times. Three of those days were back to back.
Surfed on Sunday, hung out by a fire pit and had a drink on Tuesday, went to two bars on Friday, Saturday had dinner and watched TV at his place, and Sunday……hot tub and kissed.
Not sure how “soon” that is based what the world thinks – but I thought it was pretty slow for me. (I later found out we both were pumping the breaks based off previous experiences of going too fast, crashing and burning.)
It probably would have continued to progress slowly had I not sent a sly little text.
I have a hard time being patient.
So on Saturday night when he asked me if I got home safely after sitting on a couch, barely touching shoulders, doing the whole “Netflix and Chill” thing with him.
To which my response was: “You should really stop letting me run away so easily.”
His response?
“Duly noted, little instigator”
I gotta say, I’m trying to be better about dating and not show all my cards right away. Trying to not be so dominant. But my personality genuinely struggles with that.
He made a comment while we were in the hot tub innocently kissing.
It threw me off guard. I’m still trying to piece it together because I am not easily caught off guard.
I think I apologized that I always kept getting on top of him while he leaned against the tub wall. While he kept trying to bow my head back and kiss me kinda romantically – I would kiss and roll right back to where we originally were.
The dominance thing just takes over instinctively, even with the subtle things.
And he asked me about it.
I think he asked if it was an intentional power push. And I said no.
To his response, “And you want the opposite. But you would never say anything”.
I think he is onto something.
And I hope that maybe I will finally get those desires I want out.
Because he is right. I would never say anything but I could write a novel of how to love a woman like me.
And boy, it’s not easy….
For now it’s just fun. But we’ll see where this goes.
I’m happy I gave technology a chance for once. I got a wicked surfing experience out of it – and the ride keeps going.
….Thanks Elon.
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