Drinks at seven. That’s the best open-ended deal I’ve ever come across. If it’s “drinks at seven” on the weekend, you have the possibility of moving to dinner at nine, followed by a nightcap at eleven. It’s always best to keep your options open.
Halfway through the “drinks at seven” you realize it’s now 10:30 and you don’t want the date to end. He leans over, says something irresistibly funny. And you laugh. Not out of politeness, not out of boredom. You giggle. He tells you what you think could be your first “couple” joke. Gives you a little nickname. (If it’s “chicken”, run like hell. But more on that later.)
“Another drink?” Oh sure. If you didn’t know him better (you don’t), you’d think he was trying to ply you with alcohol, tear your boundaries down.
Get out, girl! Get OUT!
Let me tell you one thing: I have NEVER read The Rules. Don’t believe in them, don’t trust the women who wrote them. Don’t trust anyone who thinks love, or life, can be dictated by a set of preconceived regulations all formed in order to do one thing: reel him in. I hate The Rules.
But I do have one.
Never, ever, EVER sleep with a guy on the first date.
Okay, so I’ve broken it a time or two. So a few “one night stands” ended in this: a marriage, a live-in relationship and the current heartbreak I’ve endured. So what? Don’t do it. And here’s why.
In my infinite wisdom (ha!), I’ve learned this much: we are human beings. There IS such a thing as human nature, and we’re bound to it – whether we want to believe it or even admit it. And this is true about human nature if nothing else is: we always want what we cannot have.
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