Dating a clueless man
Slowly, I caught on that I knew about dating and women was wrong. You love computers, baseball cards, classical music, anime?
A few years later, right about when I was a pre-med advisor to Harvard undergraduates, I noticed that my friends and advisees were in a similar pickle.
You feel like you could introduce him to your friends tomorrow and they'd get along seamlessly. You don't have pretend to be more or less of what you actually are.
Somewhere deep down you may hope that the brooding bad boy is going to suddenly change — perhaps order you a refill when you head to the bathroom instead of talking up the bartender. A nice guy is just that: He cares about your feelings, is interested in spending time with you, and is courteous.
All traits, that if this goes well, he'll pass onto his son. And, after your third date when you left your keys in the cab, he came over to sit with you outside your apartment until the locksmith came. He's not looking to just get laid, he's in this to find someone to date seriously.
Being reliable isn't just something he saves for his bros. So, when you text him "I'm so tired today," he responds within minutes (not a day later) with a "Me too. "There's never a shortage of something new to talk about.
It's only been four dates, but you already can't wait to tell him about your day and listen to him recount his.
He smiled at me in the candlelight, and my stomach flipped. But when he leaned in to kiss me, I blurted, "I just broke up with my boyfriend and I'm kind of vulnerable." Uh, talk about TMI. I sat beside him in class, sent flirty texts, and tried to ferret out his weekend plans. Two weeks after our initial hookup, I talked him into coming over. I'd never felt more humiliated, but that bop summed up the experience of being single for the first time as an adult, at 28.