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Yesterday, for the first time in I don't know how long but I'm guessing at least three years, I gave my phone number to a man so he can USE IT TO CALL ME and we can (as the kids say) Get Together and Hang Out. He didn't understand why I was so shy about it, but that's because he doesn't know that, despite what I may have written about ho-ing out a few drunken posts back, I don't really get around. Back when I wasn't single I may have liked to think if I were single my name would be Samantha Jones, but I've been surprised to find out that I'm really more the kind of guy who has to already like and care about a person if I'm going to dole him out a measure of my fabulousness. So agreeing to see someone without having pre-determined that I like him a lot is a big stretch for me.

I believe the act if hanging out with this man is going to be what is known as a Date, and it's the D-word that makes me so apprehensive. At my high school, Dates were embarked on by groups of young Mormons, who would go out en masse for an elaborately planned Activity (scavenger hunt followed by bowling followed by ice cream parlor, for example), after which everybody who was not too wierd, unattractive or flagrantly but obliviously gay would split into couples and give eachother backrubs. As far as I could tell, dating was action-packed and stressful and in no way involved either of the two components that would interest me then and now: conversations and sex. This has left me with a somewhat tainted perspective on the D-word, as I do wish to exchange both conversations and sex as soon as possible. I imagine Phone Number Guy would like that too, but I have no idea what the protocol for this would be- do we try to make conversation while we're on the scavenger hunt? How do we work in the sex? And if at some point between ice cream and bowling we do manage to get the sex figured out, and we like it, and want to do it again- do we still have to go on more Dates?

Comments

[Steuf]

1. Thank you for describing so well to the world the bizarre dating life of the average teenage Utahn. That is precisely how I remember it. In fact, it's hilarious to recall I was among those you knew who went out en masse. Still have that devils and angels pic stashed away somewhere. 'Twas the only time in life I ever slicked back my hair. Hot.

2. You should ask G-man for his number.

[G-man]

So? Did Phone Number Guy call? Inquiring minds want to know!

If the conversation part of hanging out goes well, I doubt you will have to worry about how to get to the sex part. Most guys, if they are straight, and well, guys, will want to get to to the sex part. If you get to a kissing part, the guy will progress ever onward toward the sex part.

However, if you still fear that getting to the sex part could be a problem, forwarding him a link to this blog entry might give him a clue.

Unless that backfires and he runs screaming for the hills, afraid that his performance in the sex part will end up as Web fodder for you to share with your friends and the whole wide web.

Never mind. Ignore me. I have enough trouble getting to the phone number part.