Reality Dating (Virtually)

I had a phone date with Real Life a couple days ago. It was nice and I giggled a lot and we talked about some real things... I don't think he realized that I got his jokes. I guess maybe I respond to jokes in a dryly sarcastic manner, so people don't realize that I am also joking. I guess maybe, if Real Life and I will be continuing this long-distance correspondence, I'll have to work on that a bit. We have a date scheduled for September when he comes back to the city for a week-long visit. I read on his Facebook page that he's planning on moving back here next March, but I don't know that yet because he hasn't told me.

There's also another guy, who is sort of from real life. He's the brother of a new girlfriend of mine. We haven't yet met in person, but we've been talking on Facebook. So far we've only discussed the topic of music in any depth, and he's a die-hard fan of Ben Folds (a man I also happen to quite appreciate). So I guess let's call this sort of real life guy Five (because of Ben's previous band. Get it? Get it???)

Five seems okay enough, although it's always a little scary when friends are involved. What if I don't end up liking him? Will my new girlfriend hate me? And do you think he's telling her everything I say to him? He probably is. That's probably okay...

Oh, and Gilbert and I have a date booked for this week. I did a horrible thing and played rather aloof after our last cemetery date. He texted me a few times and I kept not being able to respond right away - I was getting ready to go on a canoe trip that weekend. I told him I'd drop him a line when I got back...... and I didn't. I know, horrible. I really did intend to, I just wasn't very inspired at any given moment, so I kept putting it off.

He texted me today and asked if I had fallen in the lake. Cute. I don't deserve him. But isn't this neat??? All you blog readers who have heard me say time and time again that I want to be pursued: CHECK IT OUT!!! I think that just might be what is happening. We small-talked for a bit and told each other about our plans for the upcoming weekend. He said that his family was getting together at his uncle's "property" (is that rich-person-speak for "estate"?) which is nearby:

I'd love to ask you to come but I worry it would be too much since we've only been on one semi-creepy date, so I'll just hint at it :) Do you like mini putt?

Again, cute. I absorbed the hint without really responding to it (he's right, it would be too much) and let him know that I do, in fact, enjoy mini putt. At least, I liked it seven years ago, which I think is the last time I played. So that's that. We're mini putting on Thursday.

And now I have to figure out what the heck I'm doing. And thinking. And feeling. I know that dating is not the same as marriage, especially not casual dating, but I'm a one-man woman. Always have been. At what point do I become a two-timer (or, heaven forbid, a three-timer)? At what point do I decide that I like one guy more than the rest and say goodbye to the others?

At what point do I decide to end this blog? Because if my mission is successful, termination is inevitable...