My last pseudo date has inspired me to be more proactive in figuring out a means to distinguish the time I spend with the opposite sex as a date or just hanging out. Of course I only call it a pseudo date because it’s still unclear to me whether it was hanging out or if it was an actual date. After much soul searching, late night phone calls with every kindred spirit I could talk to/person willing to pretend like they were listening to me, a new resolution to this problem has presented itself to me. More »

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The line between dating and hanging out, is a fuzzy one. I feel like no matter who I describe outings with the opposite sex to, no matter how I describe them, only two responses are elicited:

“Oh so you guys just hung out?” “Wow, sounds like that was a date!”

This happens so often to me that I feel like it’s not really a dating life I’m leading, but rather, a spending-a-substantial-amount-of-time-with-the-opposite-sex life. It’s a mouthful, I know. In my earlier days of spending-substantial-amounts-of-time-with-the-opposite sex, I used to always stress out over whether or not I had experienced…a date. Instead of fretting over the mystery, I’ve gradually resolved to accepting things as they were. Sure, this is frustrating but I’ve grown used to this and am pretty relaxed when it comes to dating. Or doing things that resemble dating. More »

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