To follow up on the issue in my last post, when I was wondering when I’d see Dave again, I got my answer. He called me yesterday and we ended up spending the afternoon & evening together. We went to the Folklife Festival, which was nice although it drizzled on us part of the time that we were there. It’s still not my scene, but the people-watching was fascinating. And oooh-whee, the potheads were out in full force. Seemed that every time we passed one of the fields where people were sitting, we’d catch a whiff of incense that was only vaguely masking the smell of weed. Cops were all over the place, I don’t know how no one got caught. (Or maybe they did & we just didn’t see them get caught, who knows.) We passed a stage where some woman was doing a spoken word bit about menopause. I sped my pace to double time to get out of earshot from that one as quickly as possible. Call me kooky, I just don’t feel the need to strike up conversations about menstrual cycles on a 3rd date. Oh, and I found out this morning that we were there at the same time as all this monorail commotion was going on, but we were at the other end of the Seattle Center so we didn’t know it at the time. As we were leaving, I saw people moving the entrance signposts to let a fire/rescue truck go through, but I figured maybe someone had fainted or something, I didn’t really think anything of it. I didn’t pay attention to all of the other sirens either, I just thought that it was a drizzly day so there were probably lots of car accidents in the area. Oh well, good thing no one was seriously hurt.

So, after Folklife, Dave & I got Thai take-out from Racha’s (yum) and came back to my place and watched an Eddie Izzard DVD that he had brought over, which I had never seen before. It was really funny, in that random British stream-of-consciousness way that he has. I also learned that even though the term bollocks is another word for bullshit, the expression “the dog’s bollocks” (literally: the dog’s testicles) means that something is really good. Sort of like “the bee’s knees”, I suppose. I asked Dave if that was seriously an expression that people use, and he said that he wouldn’t say it over here because no one would know what he was talking about, but yes, it is something that people say in the UK. I love that. I’m going to try to start using it in my everyday vernacular.

Anyway, this brings me to an interesting dilemma, and I don’t really know how to deal with it, so I thought I’d get the general public consensus. Things are getting pretty heated between Dave & I – three dates in one week is more intense than I’ve been with anyone in a long time – and I really like him a lot. However, there are a couple of guys from the online dating sites who have asked me out, and I don’t really know what to say. On the one hand I think that maybe I should go out with them because I’m scared of pinnning all of my hopes on this Dave thing. I mean, it’s so early in the relationship, who knows what could happen. It could all blow up in my face tomorrow. At the same time, I know how my brain works, and I know that these guys don’t stand a chance of impressing me when I have such an enormous crush on someone else. And I don’t like going out with somebody after I’ve kissed someone else because it makes me feel gross and dishonest. So what do you guys think? Go on the dates that will most likely go nowhere, or be honest & tell them that I’ve met someone else?