Coffee, tea... me?

I hate dating. The dating world is a meat market scenario with an exquisite touch of the Spanish inquisition that in best case scenario ends up with you breaking up with another countless person, pushing his name from the right side to the wrong side of the love/hate line...

Don't get me wrong, most of the time I enjoy being single. Sole control of the remote control, not to mention the covers and no one to disappoint with my lack of culinary expertise. I burn water, get used to it!

But there are moment when I truly miss being in a committed relationship that lasts for more then overnight. Times like when the tires needs to be rotated... :)

Jokes aside. It seems in modern day, being single is still considered slightly behind being a leper. Like when they ask you at the office why exactly aren't you married yet, or when friends tell you they've got the perfect man for you, even though he's not really handsome, he's missing a few teeth, can't count to ten and only walks in circles, but honey, you're not getting any younger!

Or when your married-and-obnoxiously-happy friend announces she's gotten you an online dating site, just because she wants you to be just as happy as she is.

I tell her, I'm single, not desperate.

No offense, online dating is probably the bomb, but not really my thing. I'm more of a "what you see is what you are getting"-kind of gal, and online, you never know if what you see is what you'll be getting. Besides, a hands-on approach is slightly hindered by the presence of a set of keyboards, not to mention computer screens and a few hundred miles between you... no use.

You date in the hopes of finding someone to spend a few cozy evenings with, maybe take home to the family, maybe one day start a family of your own together. You date for the future prospect of having someone to come home to after a hard day at work and bitch the hell out of him for leaving dirty socks all over the apartment. House. Depending on how much you earn.

So, every time you go on another date, you gear into the mood. You put your warpaint on, lets call it makeup for the sake of the argument. You put the combat boots on, might they be stilettos. You plan your battle strategy, just in case you win the battle. You win the battle, you aim for winning the war.

Dating is war. There's always someone better equipped along the trenches. The guy across the table from you isn't your only enemy. The blond chick with double-D that's passing by conveniently might be. Besides, the guy you wanna make allies with. Right?

But anyway. I like to think I've got plenty to offer the opposite sex. The same sex as well, I'm just not pulled in that direction. I've got some looks, I've got a brain, I know when to tell a joke and when to politely laugh at someone else's joke. I know how to date.

Or do I? The other day, I went on a date with the cute supplier. We had fun. Dinner, talked, went for a walk. He called me the morning after, we set up another date. Ended up at my place. It was a 'coffee, tea... me?'-situation.

He took the coffee.



I'm officially taking myself off the market. Single for life.

I'm fine with it! The question is - are you?


EDIT: I feel I need to explain this. This wasn't our 2nd date, and I didn't try to drag him off to the bedroom to ravage him. We were sitting on the sofa and when I moved in a little closer, he went for the coffee cup. I got the message.

I got four more messages from him, asking when I could meet him again.
I'm bothered. Not in a good way...