Dating rules? What dating rules?

A bearded, bespectacled cutie came up and started talking to me at a local establishment on Friday night. We exchanged numbers. This is the aftermath. I don’t do modern courtship very well. I have an inability to follow rules and recognize whether or not a potential make-out buddy remains “into me” after initial contact. Being out the game for the second half of my twenties did not help. I have a group of girlfriends that I bug for advice when an interesting male crosses my path. I then decide whether or not to willfully ignore the advice given. Not knowing whether or not to expect a phone call drives me crazy, even if I’m not that interested. I. Am. Not. Patient. I guess I just like definitive answers (or as close as one can get from a guy) in matters such as these. Most of my friends follow the “he’ll call if he’s interested” school of thought. Example below is a case in point of that being true.

Wednesday’s Texting Volley
(initiated by yours truly, the impatient one. Names have been changed to protect the foolish and/or inebriated)

Me: out in my kayak. Are you out in your imaginary one?

Him: new phone. No numbers yet! Who is this?

Me: maybe I have the wrong #. Who is this?

Him: Mike

Me: well, if I have to tell you who I am, I guess I did not make that much of an impression. But then again you were drunk. Local Bar...any recollection?

Him: oh you're liz :)! I remember you. But it's a bit hazy. Did we talk about kayaks?

Me: bit hazy here too but as i recall it you mentioned kayaks cause you thought they made you sound interesting? But i may have that wrong

Him: no, that actually sounds exactly like me, well me tipsy anyway:) People love kayaks.

Me: the actual act of kayaking brought the convo back to me so thought I'd say hi

Him: yes, of course, it all makes sense. Well maybe I'll see you sometime :) i'm driving to Indy tomorrow for the 500. Good times. (editor’s note: The Indy?  Ugh...not for me anyway)

Him: In fact I've never kayaked. But I do bike all over eastern Dane Co. So, there you have it!

Me: Mr athletic points to you then. : ) I’m sure western dane co feels much neglected.

Him: Haha. Well there’s only one of me! I used  to bike over there. Very hilly.

So yeah, not that into me but still was an entertaining way to pass a Wednesday evening. I just feel pleased that I put myself out there. Yay me. (which rhymes with my real name - liz is made-up. Though I probably have my real name elsewhere in this blog 'cause subterfuge? not my thing