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Dating Playfully
Squirrels and Red Pandas
Once upon a time I dated a guy. When I met him in a coffee shop, he flirted with me masterfully. He was subtle and friendly, asking me about the book I was reading. We exchanged numbers and he called me the next day.
The relationship didn’t last for a variety of reasons. When we went on dates during the day, we’d laugh a lot and have a great deal of fun.
But then came the night time phone calls.
The first time he called late in the evening he seemed suicidal. I was concerned and spent over an hour talking to him. But after multiple such calls, I told him he needed to find a therapist, and I could not act as a proxy for one. We broke up shortly after that.
However, there were good things about the relationship.
He was intelligent and well read. We could talk about anything, from music to art to books to physics and philosophy. He knew a little bit about everything, which helped him make friends with anyone. He was also handsome, which, along with his personality, made him charming.
That made it fun to go out with him because we alwas got excellent service.
One trait I really enjoyed was his playfulness.
