Well, I guess I changed the tagline of my blog a little too early.
For those reading on their dashboards, it used to be “Tales of bad dates, elephant rides and life after college on the Indian subcontinent”. But then I only went on like two elephant rides, and never wrote any tales about them. And my bad dates were getting fewer and further between, and I wasn’t really writing about them either.
But I guess I tempted fate to serve up more bad dates when I thought I was out of the woods and changed the tagline to 365 Days in India.
The actual bad date part is not that bad. Its a few hours of time that you won’t get back, but you usually get a nice meal out of it.
The reason I like going on dates (as opposed to “just hanging out with”) with someone, is that how someone behaves on a date unconsciously reveals so much about what type of person they are.
Do they pick you up on time? Do they treat you with respect? Can you talk to them uninterrupted for two hours and not get bored? Do they have any “dealbreakers” as Liz Lemon would say?
To take this evening’s example: I know instinctively that I’m just never going to seriously date a guy who (very liberally)says that his neighbor is “a gay” and that he thinks there’s nothing wrong with gays because its their feelings about their sexuality and they can’t help it. (In India, FYI, this is an unusually liberal viewpoint).
I mean this wasn’t the only issue - he showed up 20 minutes late, mostly talked about himself, and we didn’t have anything in common. So on the whole, its fine that it didn’t work out, that I don’t want a second date, that it was a kind of a bummer night. Eventually dating karma will come back around with something good.
