|Via Look! She’s probably vegetarian, does yoga, and probably had to travel a bit to get to this outdoor locale. VYO!|
She: [about the first date] It was so good. We talked about so many things we had in common – I told him things on the first date that I haven’t told guys I’ve been dating for months.
Me: That’s great!*
She: I mean, he’s an adult – he has a full time job and a car, and he’s willing to drive it.
Me: He didn’t say “So….Dutch?” at the end of the meal?
She: No! No Dutch involved. [We then make snide references to previous dates.]
She: He was so glad to find out I ate meat! Ha!
Me: Ha! That’s great!**
She: Yeah, apparently, all the girls he meets are all the the same: they’re these vegetarian girls who do yoga and like the outdoors. He was so happy to meet someone that wasn’t into those things! Hahahaha!
Me: Hahahha! (Wait. Mental pause here. Review the factors: 1) don’t eat meat, 2) do yoga, 3) like the outdoors. That describes…me.*** Have I become that hippie-dippy-California-female stereotype?)
She: So, then, at the end of the date…[she continues, I am preoccupied]
Me: [Ruminating. Am I exactly like every other trendy boring female out there? What does this mean?]
*Not very interesting, I know. There’s really nothing you can do with good news except affirm it. If you share your good news at this time, you’re stealing their thunder and kind of a dick.
** I know, I know…I am boring.
*** Technically, I still eat fish.
*** Interestingly, the presumption of being special or unique can be tied to narcissism.