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Monday, May 14, 2012

Date Noodles

So if you take the fruit of a date palm and squeeze it through ... Never mind.

The word "date" seems to have different meanings. To me it's usually more or less the same as an appointment, only of a social nature. One can have a date to go to the museum with an old friend, or a dinner date with a parent. To others -- well, someone I spoke to, though I forget who -- the word implies a sexual / romantic connection. And that makes sense, since when two people are "dating" one naturally assumes they're like totally doing it.

Well, I have a date this Friday to go to a concert with a woman I met at work and while we have snogged a wee bit we have also established -- or discussed anyway -- that so long as I'm intimate, as she put it, with others, she and I won't be. So we'll go as platonic friends and part ways at the end of the evening. Is this a date? I think so. But if I call it such where there is a different understanding, a misunderstanding will result.

I'm happy with this understanding, by the way, and despite being a typical lust-maddened rutting male, will prefer we keep it that way. I have more than enough loving satisfaction in my life now, and there's no way I could properly manage the distraction or the split attention, i.e. give someone new -- at least not someone who's really worthy and worthily real -- her due. If a dance-hall bar fly, maybe that'd be different, but I've never been into that. Successful at that, whatever. Need a wing man. Need a hot female wing man.

At BMan in '10 a very caring woman friend asked if I'd ever had a female wing man when out cruising for action and the other caring woman friend in the conversation offered her services, so the latter and I ate mushrooms and headed off into the night. Events didn't unfold quite as planned but they were satisfactory enough.

That was a change of subject. My point was a date isn't always a date, depending on who you talk to. Sub-point is if I go on a date with someone I'm dating who decides to serve as a hot female wing man and we successfully snare a unicorn, what kind of a date is that?

3 comments:

Paula said...

I sorta agree with you, except I'd narrow it a bit from "social" to social with some sort of romantic possibility/potential. I don't consider my meetup thingies dates, though they are clearly social... nor do I consider getting together separately with meetup peeps dates cuz there really isn't any romantic vibe (not that there couldn't be). But anytime I met someone from a dating site, well, that was a date, even if just the dreaded fucking Starbucks. However many will disagree with that. They will say the first date isn't a date, just a chemistry test. Or a meeting to see if we want a date and the second date is a date. Some will say nothing's really a date until something physical occurs, so it's defined after the fact. But I say intention matters, that you define it a priori, how you feel going in. My dad called his doctor's appts dates, which annoyed me. Those are not dates!

I do like dates, real sweet sticky dates, rolled up in coconut, with an almond half stuck in the middle. Yummy! Also datenut bread, but I might be getting out over my skis there. (Don't you love that expression???)

Teacake said...

Ew! Dates are GROSS. Even worse than figs.

Dick Harper said...

Depends on whether you squeeze her through a camel, Teacake.