Why the dating scene might not have been a good idea..

Starting dating again was meant to be something to keep me from being bored.
 I'm not terribly good at being alone all the time, so, I was persuaded to join a dating site, with the thought of, 'hey, at least I'll have a distraction or two until I work out what to do about my ex/ my life/ my ongoing battle with what on earth to do with my future!'

After about 3 weeks of random dates, Lovely Man seems to be on my mind and on my call list rather more than I intended.
There were others, like the man who online was omg, like, totally actually my twin we were so similar, but who in real life appeared to have left his personality (and a good 3 inches of supposed height) on his computer screen at home.
Then there was the man who I only agreed to a date with when I realised he knew exactly who I was and where I worked and could see no way out. I escaped after half an hour. He wanted to take me body boarding as a second date. He told me this 10 minutes into the first date. For me, that's the commitment equivalent of  saying 'I love you and I'm going to keep you in a cage and impregnate you annually for the rest of our lifes' after a week together. Run away!
And then there was normal man. Totally, soul crushingly normal man. Very good looking, clearly a good catch, but lacking on the old grey matter. Had to ask me what 'emaciated' meant. I said we wouldn't work out. He continued to text constantly, despite me actually falling asleep on him out of boredom. Literally. 

So, lovely man is definately...well. Lovely. I'm meant to be being single. For a long time. But there he is.
Even the gods appear to be on our side. They ever so kindly scheduled the big meteor shower for the night of our first date, which was conveniently, and entirely accidently was a homemade beach picnic of soup, brownies, and hot chocolate. We  lay on our backs competing for who could see the most shooting stars. Went home to mine, kissed, talked, had the following conversation:

Me: I'm not going to sleep with you
Him: That's fine, I'm not asking you too
Me: ....... oh, well now I so want you, NOW!

 I think when the first 2 weeks of seeing someone consists of astrological fireworks, triple chocolate brownies, and fluffy kittens, it's a pretty good sign.


But, when your own mother (rather prim and in her mid 60s) turns around and says 'but I thought you planned on seeing lots of men and being a bit of a whore for a while?' you start to think that maybe people aren't expecting you to start a new relationship just yet.....