Mister Darcy Comes A Calling

Now that Mister Darcy is on Gmail, he pops on occasionally each night. And he’s always so pleasant and funny.

The other night I was talking with him, when I noticed that Google counts the lines of your chat conversations. We were at 82 lines in about 5 minutes, and had only discussed how our days had been, what our middle names were, and my asking if he said “bloody” a lot, to which he replied, “Loooooaaaads.”

Which made me wonder, how many lines go into a date? A great conversation about our most embarrassing moments? A terribly quiet phone chat? Do crickets count as a line?

Anyway, I’m not too concerned about awkward pauses with this boy. The only reason crickets came up in our convo was because he plays. Of course he does.

So he decided to propose quite the itinerary for my upcoming weekend. Friday he suggested we go see a movie and if all goes well, we can go to “the pub” on Saturday to watch England play in a rugby match. The pub!

I think a movie is a nice starting point. And although it’s bold to double book when we’ve never met, I’m glad he prefaced it with, “if we have a good time at the movies.”

We’ll see how Friday goes. If it’s a rousing success then I’m down for a little rugby. And I invited my friend and her fiancé, because I think a group hang out would be fun. Keep it casual.

However, there is the fear that one of us has a great time on Friday, and the other suddenly has the flu Saturday morning. It would be a clear slap in the face. So I’m not sure how I’ll pull this off.

This is the downside of dating – you’re constantly running through a gauntlet of reject-or-be-rejected obstacles. Sometimes you make it through to the end, but at any minute you could be knocked to the ground by a 50-lb. rubber tire. Or a 180-lb. dirty-blonde Brit.

Well, first things first. He told me I can choose what movie we see. So now I need a solid suggestion. Any good date movies out right now?