Pursuant to everyone’s comments yesterday (the vast majority of them at least), I’ve decided to allow myself a third date with My 50th. The only problem is it’s supposed to rain today so we’ve canned the idea of a trek through Valley Forge National Park and now he wants to go to an indoor rock gym instead.
Theoretically speaking, I’m all for rock climbing. In fact, I like rock climbing in the same way that I like snowboarding: the outfits are cool, the accessories are cool and a date at the rock gym would give me the perfect opportunity to show off my new Kleen Kanteen from the Earth Store on South Street. (It’s bright pink and as such, matches the majority of my “active wear” tops).
Unfortunately, I’m about as skilled at rock climbing as I am at snowboarding, which is to say not very skilled at all. (Perhaps if I had spent less time planning my snowboarding outfits during high school and more time, you know, actually snowboarding, this would not be the case… but I digress.)
My 50th Date is rather outdoorsy, which is one of the things I like most about him (if I go out with another man who can’t handle the thought of camping, I will shoot myself), but there’s a fine line between Sufficiently Outdoorsy and He’s-Going-to-Make-Me-Look-Like-a-Total-Spaz-In-Comparison.
I don’t want to look like a total spaz. Not yet. It’s only a third date and in my humble opinion, activities that will reveal major flaws in either party (ie. my lack of upper body strength) should be avoided until at least a 5th date. (Also, I know for a fact that my butt will not look good in a rock climbing harness. Could those things be any less flattering?)
The way I see it, if we make it to that oh-so-crucial fifth date, My 50th will be so entranced by my charm and intellect that he won’t mind the fact that I absolutely suck at rock climbing. In fact, he may even find it endearing at that point.
Until then, however, I’m going to insist that we go bowling instead. (So much for personal growth.)