Fight or Flight Instincts

After a wonderful crawfish pasta at The Cajun Experience, surrounded by friends and current flavor of the month Adam, I felt residual instincts surface for the first time. Fellow date-aficionados, you know this feeling. You finally meet someone and the world seems fresh, like the new car smell of a 2011 Aston Martin Virage Coupe. Everything is going well, all your friends like him, and every song relates to your dopamine-epinephrine-induced happiness.

And then, duh-duh-duh- something happens. You-FREAK-OUT. Really? Are you moving too fast? Are you sending the right signals? Wrong signals? Are you going to wake up tomorrow and find yourself in a relationship? Are you ready for a relationship? Didn't you tell yourself you would wait a significant amount of time until you got back into a serious relationship? Do you really want a relationship or are your hormones just screwy? Should you start dating around, spreading the risk? Suddenly, you start hunting for flaws--even small, tiny ones. Now you're in your head way too much and overthinking every single hang-out/dinner/experience, while simultaneously telling yourself to just "go with the flow" and "enjoy the moment." You tell yourself to take it slow, but it looks like you are indeed at a critical stage of the dating game, where in a few weeks, pivotal decisions will most likely have to be made.

And the question remains, while the exit sign is still lit, do you get the heck outta dodge?