Reality

There’s an old truism that, as soon as a guy starts seeing someone, the guy somehow becomes instantly more attractive to women, who apparently telepathically divine his newly taken status. Girls come up to him at bars, exes send friendly emails out of the blue.

I have, however, now taken that theory to its logical conclusion. Minutes ago, I received an email that began:

ABC Television’s hit reality television show, The Bachelor, is searching for its next star. After viewing your profile on LinkedIn, the casting producer has selected you as a potential candidate.

Um, no.

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September 13, 2006

Logistics

As long-standing readers of this site know, I’ve done more than my share of dating since moving to NYC five years back. And, in that time, I’ve even had a slew of several-month stretches of exclusivity. But, in each case, the exclusive girl and I would still dutifully obey a tacit 72-hour rule – seeing each other, say, twice a week, tops, and never even considering multiple consecutive nights together.

So it is with some confusion and little practical experience that I now face liking this girl enough that I kind of want to see her all the time. Fortunately, it seems she’s both equally happy to see me, and equally out of her depth, leaving us, in turns, thrilled and totally freaked out by it all.

How much time should I spend with her? How do we do this without derailing each of our overbooked calendars? How often can I call before crossing the fine line between sweet and creepy? How does this all work?

In short, I have absolutely no idea. But, day by angsty day, I’m slogging ahead, as I think she might be worth trying to figure it out.

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