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I Got Choked in an Uber

Don’t we love a good date story?

I have a particular taste, and the taste that includes a man having his life together enough to ask me on an actual date. One that includes him and I getting to know one another. I’m not there for cheap thrills and a nut at the night’s end. I’m looking more seriously for a partner. Not saying I don’t want laughs and good chemistry, though. We all want that.

I looked through my matches on Hinge that replied to my subtle challenge, ‘looking for a man to take the lead and ask me on a real date.’ I thought it was cute and a clever way to avoid the monotonous small talk I get bored with within .0000003 seconds. It really weeds them out.

A man simply replied, this is me asking you out. So I matched and said, perfect, where are we going? He sprung into action. We immediately had plans on Friday to attend a baseball game. After asking where I lived, he established how the flow of the night would take place, and I was into it. All I had to do was wear something baseball worthy and show up. Seemed like an easy enough task.

I have always struggled to receive, but my newest goal in life is simply to say, thank you. After chatting with many of my girlfriends, I realized that societally we have been conditioned to go and get what we want. Don’t take help from anyone; if you do, you must feel massively guilty about the entire situation. And then immediately try to pay or give something back. I had fallen into the exchange program of life. If you buy me dinner, am I supposed to sleep with you? But I’m learning to lean in. I’m learning to flow into the feminine nature that loves being treated like a queen. Instead of feeling guilty, feeling worthy of the dinner or the baseball game. I want to feel wanted and taken care of, even though I can do it myself. It feels good to receive.

This man had many gentlemanly ways. He was fully capable of affording everything we did. We got drinks, we took a few very expensive Ubers, he bought dinner and the tickets. And what could I say, other than thank you, because he treated me like I deserved all of those things. He opened car doors; he said if anything caught my eye at the game, it was on him. Even when we walked down the crowded hallways, he gestured for me to walk in front of him. I’m not sure why, but I…

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