I uttered a phrase I never thought I would use the other day, whilst embroiled in the classic ‘what gift vouchers to buy for X’s birthday’ debate. I was heard to announce ‘As I am dating the Manager of XYZ, I really think I should fight their corner’. Sadly my colleagues decided to go against my warbling and plumped for Amazon vouchers which, in hindsight, was the better choice for the person concerned but still the ‘d’ word had slipped out of my mouth for all to hear.
The word dating conjures up images of sharing a shake at a malt shop; going to the drive in and driving up to Inspiration Point in his Dodge Cruiser; in short, it seems very American, very twee and exceptionally uncool. Almost as uncool as when PG was teasing me about having a boyfriend – date man isn’t my boyfriend for the record – in that whiny voice not heard since the school playground circa 1996.
We have been on some dates yes but does that mean we’re dating? Is dating the same thing as being in a relationship? Or are we both free to ‘date’ other people? I’ve been invited out to dinner by another man who I have been emailing on match.com since before my first meeting with date man, a situation I have never been in before. I’m really enjoying spending time with date man and long may it continue however there is a teeny iny part of me that is screaming out to go out for dinner with this new man, not because I think he could give me anything that date man can’t but because after a man famine (a mamine?) it’s nice to be in the middle of a feast.