OK. So he's really just not that into me.

We'll call him Chris. Chris and I met through a friend a few months ago.

We've hung out together at various parties, and we always end up just the two of us - talking - for hours.

We made our first solo plans. I was excited. I had given myself that pre-date/or not date pep-talk. The one where I review with myself the need to look for signs that it is or isn't a date.

Then, I put on clean clothes. This is generally a pre-date tradition for me (it's not that my clothes are usually dirty, but they are usually pre-worn).

I show up to meet Chris at the predesignated time. And he's not there. I text him. And he calls me right away. He forgot we had plans.

He decides to salvage the evening and race down and meet me. But still. If there's ever a signal that someone is not that into you, I don't think it's when they forget an anniversary. I'm pretty sure it's when they forget the first date. He told me he often forgets things.

We had a wonderful rest of the evening. Even the bartender, when Chris left for the bathroom, told me he was rooting for us.

But Chris did forget our first (probably our only and quite questionable) date. Jeez.

So Obama May Have Ended Torture, But There's Still DC Dating...

Okay. So I am kind of addicted to dating. There. I said it.

It's the kind of addiction that feeds itself like a drug addiction. The kind our phys ed teachers warned us about in eighth grade health class. They said that you'll always be asking if the next high be better.


But unfortunately, it's mostly lows in my adventures in DC dating. Still, there's always the promise that the next guy won't sit in my living room silently for a prolonged period of time until I have to eventually ask him to leave; that he won't tell me he doesn't date - he just has sex. Or he'll call me back.


And that's why I do it. Because the next one might be better. (I mean, how could it not? Seriously.)

So these are the stories of my varied adventures in DC dating. Note that the various dates come from a variety of venues - craigslist, okcupid, the metro, various bars, etc.

All names and identifying characteristics will be changed to protect the marginally innocent, but also to assure that I am able to continue to convince people to date me.


So here goes. While I can't promise much, I almost 100% promise tales of inappropriate advances, awkward situations, bad judgements, bad gifts and maybe if I'm lucky, other stories from Inside My Beltway.