Players

One of my coworkers burst out, "Why do some people even bother giving you their numbers?"

"What do you mean?"

"If they are just screening their calls and sending everything to voice mail, why bother?"

"Actually, that is what productivity experts recommend," I helpfully pointed out.

"Maybe for people who are having all the information demanded from them, but for me, trying to collect the information, I would spend all my time playing phone tag if I didn't take my call." I had to concede his point. "It's like dating," he concluded. "Someone is always playing games."

What makes a date?

Last night was really good. Dipping my feet back in the dating pool is fun, but it also raising questions for me.

What makes a date?

I think it comes down to the intentions of both parties. I have a male friend (F) from high school that I get together with every couple months. At first to keep our relationship clearly platonic, I made sure that we split everything. Over the years my vigilance has waned and now we take turns buying. Reviewing last night's activities (movie and ice cream), I can see that the only difference between last night and a night with my friend F is what went through my head--and hopefully my date's. If I'd been out with F, I wouldn't have made eye contact through my lashes and I wouldn't have allowed our shoulders to touch during the movie. I wouldn't have smiled quite so widely and I wouldn't be hoping for a phone call and looking forward to seeing him on Monday.