Online Dating Lesson #3: The Phone Calls

So... I have my first, second, and third online dates on Saturday, Sunday, and Thursday respectively. So what have I learned? Well, let's take a moment to reflect.

Apparently about five emails is enough for people to ask for you number, which is fine by me. And then, when you tell them when you are will start to be available for them to call, they will call that first night. In a single night, I had 3 calls, and text that requested a phone call. Mind you, I went to bed at seven that night, SO... I didn't talk to them until tonight. So the short end:

The first conversation I had was with the guy who is constantly text messaging me. We will call him The Texter. The Texter and I discussed online dating in general, how I had my first date on the following Saturday, and how work/ applying to school was going for me. Oddly enough, despite the incessant texting, we actually talked for about a half hour until I cut the conversation short because I was starving and wanted to eat dinner with my family. We decided that we would try to get lunch sometime this week. We'll see if it happens. He has finally stopped texting every ten minutes. Thank you! Oh, and it was The Texter who reminded me that all first meetings should be drinks and just drinks. There's always an out if it's just drinks.

The second conversation was with a guy who's picture is a bit geeky, but the conversation was fine. We don't have a nickname for him just yet. WE talked for maybe 5 minutes, and mostly about work, until he asked me about grabbing drinks this week. We're going out on Thursday. Hopefully it won't be horrid. Hopefully we'll have a fun nickname.

The third conversation of the night was with The Gamer, delightfully nicknamed after his job. Here, I spent seventeen painful minutes where I wish I could have been anywhere but on the phone. We talked about how my work was set up, yes the cubicles, and how his was. And how currently he was bored and work, etc. It was ridiculously boring and painful. I wanted to stab myself with a fork. And all the while I was applying to grad schools on the computer. It was good times. Yay for cubicles. And yet, I will probably go out for drinks with this guy purely to have something to write to you guys about. But I now understand why The Texter told me to have only drinks on the first meetings.