Once you’ve made a connection, invite that special someone out by saying, “I’m going to be doing [whatever], if you wanna come.” Not only does this make you a subtle wordsmith (you cad) and transform cheapskate date locales into something seemingly spontaneous, but also the implication that you were going to spend the day doing [whatever] anyway means you’re not responsible for paying for your date if they want to tag along.
I always think the same thoughts when I see a blind person – what form do your dreams take? Do you not want to wake up from them, knowing you’ll face darkness when you do? Have you always been this way and if so, do you accept it gracefully? On a day that was just a touch too idyllic, do you lay awake at night and dwell on the one thing that can never be perfect? The thing you can’t change?
Stoned sex always begins with the best of intentions. Your senses are working overtime and everything feels so amazing but it usually devolves into a long sex nap with nachos. Kissing is great because lips feel like goose feather pillows and the tongue has this slimy texture that actually feels great. It’s when things progress further that things can be overwhelming.
In no alternate universe will the guy you want see that Death Cab quote on your Tumblr and say to himself, “Oh my god! ‘They thought it less like a lake, and more like a moat’? I LOVE HER, TOO!!!!”
It’s easy to fall in love via the internet. Read Twitter, you see a portrait of a good-looking person next to some clever, pithy banter. Read Tumblr, you see a similar thumbnail adjacent to an impassioned rant. It can still be somewhat nerve-wracking to ask to add someone on Gchat but much like real dating, it becomes a lot easier once you get over the pressure of making the first move.