Dating darling

I’m a fan of activity dates and am glad we’re bowling. ) I don’t want to just stare at a stranger’s face while I swallow mediocre cocktails that have a slight fish-bowl odor. p.m.: Andrew tells me about his mom, who trains dogs. I realize it is a bad idea to get into a car with a stranger, and my defenses include sharing my location with a friend, knowing that I outweigh this person by at least 24 more pounds, and having a knife with my name engraved on it in my purse. p.m.: We order beers at the bowling-alley bar to drink, first.It’s awkward and quiet, and you can never get those moments back before you first kiss a person, so I try to treasure them, but also considering my bedtime, I would like to get this show on the road. p.m.: We kiss, and my very sensitive face is scraped by his beard. It hurts quite a lot, and I feel like I’m kissing Robin Williams awake from the dead. p.m.: I notice we’ve fogged up all the windows, and I feel a certain pride in this—in this weird thing created by the business of being alive, by breaths. p.m.: He wants to make sure, again, that I am sure I don’t want to come over, because he has blackout curtains. Music has the extraordinary ability to convey some of our most cherished thoughts and emotions, reminding us of seasons past and marking memories in the making.Spotify’s music app allows us to create collaborative playlists and share new and old music with friends. I realize that he’s the kind of guy who probably masturbates to the soundtrack, but I don’t tell him that. p.m.: There is a couple bowling next to us, and the woman leans over to tell me that they are bowling for the status of their relationship. (As a reward for winning, I put my scrunchie in his hair to air off his forehead.) p.m.: He asks if I would like another drink. We compromise on a sea-creature-themed bowling game. He is currently losing and looks extremely distressed about it. p.m.: I wonder if they met on Tinder. p.m.: Andrew and I begin to flirt in the hand-on-the-back, scrunchie-in-the-hair kind of way. I tell him he’s killed the make-out vibes. p.m.: I take my scrunchie out of his hair and venture to BART, where surely no one will ask me why I don’t want to come home with them (I hope).

I believe that we each have the power to utilize technology in a way that will help us continually cultivate meaningful relationships with our loved ones. Stasia Rose is a New England born author, blogger and collegiate professor pleasantly displaced in sunny central Florida.Whatever song we’re vibin’ at the moment, we can instantly share it with our loved ones on Spotify!This app is, hands-down, one of my favorite not-so-guilty pleasures.Think about the times when you experienced a genuine connection with someone who wasn’t a romantic partner. Maybe you were driving down the highway together, rocking out to 90’s music.Maybe you were taking a walk around your neighborhood or nursing a glass of wine in one hand and a big bar of dark chocolate in the other.

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