Date #3

Isn't there supposed to be some kind of stigma about the third date?  Being me, I mean that in an entirely non-sexual context, as that's what's popping up in my Google-ing.  For some reason, I feel like there's something that's supposed to have been significant about date #3 - aside from the fact that I haven't gotten to that many dates with the same person in a very long time. 

I was talking to Casanova last night (you'll be introduced to him before long, never fear - both Snow White and I have our tales!) and he mentioned his terror to ask a girl on a second date because that would mean he was committed to at least 10 or 12 dates with her.  I thought it was silly, but he is also the most commitment-phobic man I've ever met.  I guess The Tenor doesn't have that problem, as this is the third date in less than a week, and there was no sense of this being the last one. 

Woah - 3 in less than a week?  How does that even happen?  Not that I'm complaining, mind you.  And within that week there have been at least two group hangouts, as well.  Back to the stigma of the number - I may have figured it out.  Is this the date where you're supposed to kind of establish what you are - have the dreaded DTR, as it were?  A friend last night called him my boyfriend, and while I didn't correct her, I don't know if that was totally applicable.  Not that I'm in any rush to define this, I'm perfectly happy just having fun in his company.

In case you're wondering, the date was once again splendid.  We had a bite to eat, walked around hand in hand, and saw Super 8 (which I neither truly recommend nor say anything negative of, except for the amount of profanity).  He's so much fun to be around, always entertaining and very sweet.  I'm definitely looking forward to the rest of my summer!