The Rules

It's funny how things happen when you least expect it. It's also interesting how sometimes things can go so well when you throw caution to the wind and break all the rules and norms of dating.

Yea, I'm seeing someone now. And it's pretty unbelievable how much fun we're having. How much laughter. For our first date, we couldn't stop talking after dinner; the waiters began giving us that look, hinting that they had closed 30 minutes ago.

The Rules of Dating I've been told include:

• Thou shalt not bring your date to a restaurant that uses plastic silverware (wasn't intentional; we were told that was a nice 'casual' Italian restaurant)
• Do not talk about politics, money, sex, burping and farting on a first date
• Going to look at dead bodies isn't exactly a date (we went to Bodyworlds)
• Don't send flowers after the first date
• Don't try to be too funny

And you know what? We broke the rules, and had a great time. And then I realized that sometimes, it's not about following the social norms and expectations, but rather, being with someone who is as silly as you are, and who is able to appreciate what others may have considered to be your Archilles heel.

And, if you have to know, she's a cardiac nurse. A really amazing gal; sweet, thoughtful and funny. She also happens to read my blog, and has a gun to my head right now. Though that has nothing at all to do with the compliments.