Right now, it looks like I may finally be on the horizon of something a therapist would call a “healthy sexual relationship.” I decided to take a chance and go for a guy who has shown interest in me for about a year. I tried hooking him up with a friend, and I did hook up with one of his friends, who was a jackass. I don’t know what changed my mind. One day I sent him a joke about a self-help book ordering me to wear a teddy, and we hooked up the next weekend. We’ve been talking ever since. If it was anyone else, I would have been annoyed by the number of messages and constant updates. With him, it’s adorable. He’s cooking dinner for me Friday night, and he said he was dying to take me out on a date, so we’re also going to dinner and a concert Saturday. If everything goes well, this will probably be the best guy I have ever dated.
Here is an article from a NY Times writer that describes almost every other dating experience I ever had: