Now I get it.

I’m a dating blog connoisseur. I read blogs not only because I often have time to do so, but also because I can relate to them.

I now understand why some bloggers (Objection included) shy away from writing about good dating experiences. I think I might want to keep it to myself (and, lbh, I have the same irrational fear that someway, somehow, he will see it).

But I’ll give some scoop, if only to have a written record of this to remind me in the future of my past adventures (and this is so much easier than a handwritten journal).

As you know, I had dinner at RCB’s house on Saturday night. He made a delicious, thought out meal and our evening was filled with food, drink and good conversation. Among the things that impressed me (and there were many) was the fact that he had, on hand, a brand new bottle of my favorite alcohol infused liquid. This was impressive mostly because, though I was with the last ahole for over seven months (and all of our dates consisted of going to a bar), He never knew what I wanted to drink (let alone that I have drinks for the seasons) and always, in fact, ordered me tequila (my nemesis) because He liked it. That narcissism diagnosis is looking more and more accurate.

For the hours (and hours) I was there on Saturday, I was somewhat able to erase from my mind the existence of anyone else in his life. For that time, I was the only female in whom he was interested (and, we’re still just assuming that there are others). He was kind and sweet and entertaining and attentive. And cute.

In discussing the situation with my mother (of all people) she made me realize many things—all of which were amazingly on point and none of which I expected to come from her mouth.

She is very pro-RCB, despite knowing pretty much the entire history of the relationship. Shocking.

But, after Saturday, I’m pretty pro-RCB, too. Let’s hope he’s pro-RD, or on his way to being so.