Remember, the best way to overcome lonely feelings is to cautiously approach new individuals in the following way: You wait for the right one so that you don’t have to keep starting and then stopping, and starting yet again with someone new. You want to meet your new date’s friends or family members as soon as possible.
When you meet someone you like, it’s perfectly normal to want to learn more about that person, including the people in her life.
I texted him a week after our third date to see if he wanted to "hang out," as we say, but he responded with a detailed account of -- oh-em-gee! A year ago, I met Pointy-Nosed Architect Fella at a gay bar.
In other words, because you don’t have much information, you decide to fill in the blanks by using your own imagination.
You idealize your new date and believe this one’s going to be different from all the rest.
When you idealize someone, you see them as all-good or all-perfect.
Fan online, so this is a feel-out date: Am I actually interested in this person whom I only know through photographs and writing skills? But that redhead sure is cute, in a nerdy kind of way. But wouldn't a redhead get old after a while, like the way I can only listen to Tori Amos for like five minutes before I get really sick of her? Was dating always this way, with lonely souls ready at a moment's notice to jump ship and find someone who might be a little "better," before we've even gotten to know the first person at all? I told him about my chosen career -- I'm an actor and playwright, and, at the time, I was unsuccessfully hunting for a day job -- and he treated the whole thing as if I'd told him I lived on a kibbutz.
I'm not particularly excited to meet him, not the way I get when I'm on my way to meet a guy I've met in real life, about whom I've developed genuine feelings. I'm traveling through Central Park, on my way to a date, and yet my eyes wander, sizing up the guys on my bus whom I've concluded are gay. When our parents were courting, was dating this much like shopping? After Date One, he referred to me in his texts as "unemployed," which I think he thought was endearing, but I found it rude.