My heartbeat quickened as I walked toward the golden arches. This was my first time going out with a new guy in a while, and I still didn't know how I felt about it all. I just hoped he wasn't taking me to McDonald's. Seconds later, we were finally face to face and I hoped to gain some clarity. But I didn't really feel anything when we first met, no butterflies fluttering or even a hint of a caterpillar trying to break free of its cocoon.
Fortunately, we didn't end up eating a Happy Meal. Instead we headed to a private nook in a nearby dive bar, sipping drinks he'd purchased. I rolled with the punches and was happy that this man wanted to spend time with me.
And then we began flirting. We talked about sexual positions and romance, but it was all in fun. Sure he was a good looking and nice guy, but my feelings still remained unmoved. Were we on a date? Maybe. But I didn't really care anymore. All I wanted was to have a good time without getting involved in any love triangles. Would I see him again? Sure, but just as a friend. I just don't think I am quite ready for the world of dating just yet.