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* The story so far: Last month, our fictitious blogger, K., told her flirty, married coworker rex to back off when he tried to kiss her during a Thanksgiving get-together. The silver lining of the drama-filled holiday came in the form of The Editor, a friend of her pal Jane's cousin (follow that?). Has our dating diva finally met a decent guy?
Saturday, 12.02.06
Deal Breakers
After three rounds of phone tag and two schedules that refused to sync up, The Editor and I finally had our first date last night.
We started with drinks at my neighborhood bar. In my opinion, drinks as a first date is a pretty safe bet. Just having the drink can take the edge off your nerves, and then you can always have a spontaneous dinner afterward if you hit it off. And it's so easy to use "I have plans later" as a scapegoat if you're not connecting and want to bail.
Anyway, this particular drinks date actually did lead to a spontaneous dinner, followed by a walk home, and then ... a gentlemanly kiss good night (on the lips but no tongue). Then date #2 plans were mentioned before he went on his way. It was all so easy. And nice.
Nice, cute, smart, funny, good kisser (even without the tongue), gainfully employed? Okay, what's the catch?