Dating. It's funny, because every other time I've written about dating it has been incredibly cynical and negative. I may have turned a new leaf. In my life I have gone on a handful of dates...literally. None of them developing into anything more than a few hours of good company, and I suppose if I had really wanted any of them to develop into "something more," I would've tried a little harder. I suppose. And if we're keeping things honest here, which I try to do from time to time, 3 of those "handful of dates" have occurred within the last 3 months. I'm a bit of a late bloomer, what can I say? Anyway. Last night I went on a date. A very nice date. I revelled in that fresh, awkward excitement. Those electric (and cheap) thrills of fleeting physical contact (elbows...feet...shoulders). The try-to-play-it-off tense good-bye (You're thinking a million different things...half-hoping for, half-dreading whatever it is about to come: a hug, a kiss, a handshake.). The "get to know you" questions that you can only ask during the deliciously awkward first hours of hanging out. Oh...I loved it. Why haven't I done more of this?
I had a thought the other day, about the character of a person. Any person. You. Me. Your mom (haha, cheap joke.). I had this thought, whose originality could be up for debate as I have no idea if I thought it first or it was something I heard a million years ago, but I had it nonetheless. The thought: I believe that a person's character is reflected in the way they treat a complete stranger. Do you say thank you to the driver of a car who stops to let you walk across the parking lot? Do you hold the door open for the man 7 steps behind you? Do you smile at the woman whose eyes met yours? Granted we all have our off days...but in general, how do you treat some randomly seeming person whose path, however briefly, crossed yours?
I don't know. It was just a thought.
I don't think I adequately expressed how amazing of a time I had in Chicago and Indiana. Though I suppose if I were to adequately describe the experience the truth is, the location was merely a technicality. It was the company that made it amazing. Not to say I wouldn't love to go back and get even more aquainted with Chicago or the cornfields in Indiana, but it definitely was the company that made it. I wish I could tell you...but at this time I am unaware of any words to do him justice. All I can say for sure is that the memories make my heart smile.
Anyway, I've got homework I don't want to do, z's I wish I could catch and 2 sleeping babies that make my heart flutter.
