(To Date or Not to Date... A tale told by an idiot who can't tell if she's on a date or not?)

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Ok well, the answer to that question turned out to be "not." As in, not on a date. In describing the night's events to some, I've been told that it sounds like a teen-age sitcom being re-enacted. I must've watched too much Buffy and Dawson's Creek in recent years because I'm beginning to realize, I still act that way. I am woman-child; here me MEOW. Although, those are teen-age dramas - not sitcoms. Gotta give me credit for that?

Right, so it boils down to: I'm an idiot. I can't just sit back and let the guy lead. I can't just relax and see what happens. No! I have to be pro-active. I have to push the envelope. I CAN'T KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT!!! And, after a very pleasant evening of foreign film, dinner, and conversation, I have to ask the stupidest, dumbest, most dreadful question ever!

"Um, was this a date?"

In my defense, the whole evening was very date-like. He called me. He planned where, when, and what. He drove and picked me up. He paid for the movie tickets. I couldn't tell if he wanted me to pay for dinner or not? So, I let him pay. He paid for the parking. The only thing that wasn't date-like about it was that it was spur of the moment - not planned in advance.

And, he's been super, crazy nice to me lately.

Altogether, it was one of the things make you go, hmmmm?

I was just looking for clarification.

Of course, his inevitable answer to my question was, "I dunno. Did you want it to be a date?" Me: "I dunno. Did you want it to be a date?" And so the cycle goes on; the question never really being answered.

So much for trying to get clarity. I should learn to stop trying and just take things as they come. A difficult proposition for me; I have to work on that. This realization is the only conclusion I have for this snippet: Wait and see what happens next.

To be continued...?