For our first date, I asked Gary out with the patented line, “We’ve been talking for hours, why don’t we continue this conversation over dinner?”
The other day I was thinking about boyfriends other than Gary, and I realized I couldn’t remember how any of those guys asked me out. I remember every detail of the flirtations, then I remember the dating … but how we got from one side to the other? I have no idea how any of the guys got off the dime.
There were one-off dates (George – all wrong for me, can’t remember why I ended up with him, much less how) to multi-month liaisons (Joey – I vaguely recall it was prefaced by an high school emissary who delivered the intel that Joey ‘liked’ me).
You say — I can hear you when it’s quiet — that perhaps I don’t remember the guy’s Big Asks because I wasn’t the one putting myself out there. That may be true, you may be right. It’s a shame though, I wish I remembered. Perhaps that will be one of those things that come back to me in full detail when I’m 90.