Mood: eager, anticipatory, nervous
The expression "first date jitters" has always perplexed me. It still does. For a while I think I didn't understand it because all of my relationships evolved from friendships, therefore the first "official" date we were already comfortable with one another. But now that I actually am dating, I still don't get it.
Sure, I get the sentiment behind it. I get plenty anxious (we're talking at least 2 Klonopin here) before I can even start to primp...but jitters implies...well...caffeine buzz or something to me. And that's just not how I feel about first dates. I was reading in Cosmo today that a University of Iowa (save your annoyance dad) study revealed that 17% of anonymous hook ups lead to a relationship. Apparently this is surprising news...but it makes perfect sense to me. Chances are an anonymous hook up took place after a night of drinking, and your guard was down all night as you weren't expecting anything nor had anything to live up to (online profile, witty texts, etc...). You were just you.
Whereas you go on a first date and it's somehow equivalent to a job interview. And let's face it...who really cares what your favorite flavor of ice cream is on the first date? First dates are annoying and a pain in my ass. I'm no longer at a point in my life where I feel the need to hide who I am...but I'm still at an age where having a boyfriend is important thus...I have to hide some of the crazy.
It's like the Scrubs where Carla tells Eliot to release her crazy in little bursts to random people. I feel like that. The thing about the study from Iowa that kinda bugs me is that it doesn't really encourage...but it does suggest that sex is a hurdle in forming a bond. And once you've jumped it you're sailing free. I don't happen to think that's true...but like I said I get logic behind the study.
Anyway. The point is...my nice thing for today was taking some of my crazy out on my blog readers....because...I have a date tonight. Or an interview. Hopefully what I really have is a good conversation and maybe even the damn butterflies.
Actually, the subject is appropriate for a party school like Iowa. Go Hawks, do bonds was their cheer!
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