Hmm. Going out can be great, and don't get me wrong, I enjoy it. But I think right now the perfect date would involve staying in ... cook a nice meal together, light some candles, open a bottle of wine, slow dance in the living room ... guess I'm just in a cozy, snuggly mood lately, wishing for that easy, connected sort of "thing".
Attempting to put that "thing" into words got me thinking about it, of course, because I think a lot. Analytical is not literally my middle name, but perhaps it should be. Hi, I'm Jacki and I'm a thinkaholic.
Anyway, I know it's possible to exist as an adult human being and not want, need, or search for that "thing". I know this, objectively, because I know people for whom it's not really important. At least, that's what they say. It's either too much hassle or they don't think it exists or they just quite simply don't want to be tied to another person in any meaningful, sustained way.
But I am not one of these people (nor would I ever in a million years want to be).
There is something about that connection, the ease of being with someone who "gets" you, who you, likewise, "get," with whom you don't have to act a certain way or look a certain way or pretend to be anything other than exactly who and what you are.
Now seriously, people, who wouldn't want that?
That, to me, is what makes a "perfect" date. It's not about what is being done, it's about who it's being done with. Some of the most basic, simple things - ordering a pizza and watching movies, grabbing a cup of coffee and talking, taking a walk - can be the most special things if the company is right.
This is probably why I'm not actually huge into dating, as most people my age know it. Meet someone random, go on a date, make small talk ... I can do it, I have done it, I've even enjoyed doing it, but it's not what comes naturally to me. Most of the time I do better when I get to know someone as a friend first, establish that sense of knowing and being known, and build from there.
Maybe I'm just a big old sap, but I doubt I'm the only one who feels this way and thinks about this kind of stuff. Maybe I'm the only one writing about it on the internet. That's okay. I'll take one for the sappy team. It's not like I'll ever know who (if anyone!) reads this, anyway, so you can point and laugh at my sentimentality.
But that's where my head seems to be today, so there it is. I'd like to blame the weather, at least in part. It's cold outside and cold in my office and being cold makes me want to bundle up and snuggle up. Snuggling is distinctly less fun without company.
For now, I'll cling to my mug of tea and wait for the sentiment to pass.
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