This is a new quandry. At my fingertips I have over a hundred blogs where I can hear Adam's opinions on everything from politics to international travel. But do I want to? Should I filter through podcasts until I stumble upon a dealbreaker, or actually take a chance that traditional dating will triumph? In this era of complete dissemination of personal information, is there really any mystery left in the prelude to a relationship? Is it even really fair to come into a date armed with arsenal of "How could you say..." "Do you really believe ...?" In all fairness, I should divulge the fact that I myself am blogging about him-that would be proper etiquette, right? Or no, should I veil my own secrets and guilty blogging desires, until we're seriously involved? After all, I have taken stringent steps to screen my blog from his eyes (as in giving my friends the talk). But the question remains: do I ever let him know that I have unfettered access to his thoughts and words? If you put your life out there is it really private at all?
The problem is, I think I like this guy. I'm trying to be cautious because we've all been here before, and you've gotta reel in the dopamine/imagination/inner romantic that keeps annoyingly surfacing when you're actually vibing with someone new. So the urge to stalk the hell out of him randomly will consume me, and only a firm self-control and belief that drawing out this period is worth it curbs that impulse. But in order for us to move forward, honesty is probably best in all things (in medium doses, of course). So maybe, just maybe, after loosening him up after a few glasses of vino at Zengo (a Chinatown favorite, check out the Latin-Japanese fusion tapas) I could reveal my own dark secret? Which means that in the future, Adam could be reading this right now. Err, well, hello there Adam- and welcome. Hope your day's going well.
The problem is, I think I like this guy. I'm trying to be cautious because we've all been here before, and you've gotta reel in the dopamine/imagination/inner romantic that keeps annoyingly surfacing when you're actually vibing with someone new. So the urge to stalk the hell out of him randomly will consume me, and only a firm self-control and belief that drawing out this period is worth it curbs that impulse. But in order for us to move forward, honesty is probably best in all things (in medium doses, of course). So maybe, just maybe, after loosening him up after a few glasses of vino at Zengo (a Chinatown favorite, check out the Latin-Japanese fusion tapas) I could reveal my own dark secret? Which means that in the future, Adam could be reading this right now. Err, well, hello there Adam- and welcome. Hope your day's going well.
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