Single in the City : Adventures in Urban Dating

{August 25, 2008}   Exclusivity Rights

I’ve been out with a lovely chap only three times. Tall (6’2″), dark (Indian) and handsome (incredible smile that reaches all the way up to his eyes). Our first date we met at a pub and chatted for five hours, could’ve gone longer but it was past midnight and we both had to get up in the morning. Our second date, he invited me out to the park for a walk, then, if I was comfortable with it, back to his place for a home cooked Indian meal to be followed by a film at the theatres. We didn’t make it to the park that day, or out to the theaters for that matter, but he did cook me a fantastic dinner in which, before my very own eyes, he made roti (from scratch!) and an okra curry. Whoever said cooking is the way to a mans heart obviously wasn’t a woman! After dinner and a yummy bottle of wine, we watched a DVD curled up on the sofa. I’m not sure what we were trying to watch and it really didn’t matter as we spent most of the film joined at the mouth. Too comfortable, too soon? Fools rush in be damned, it was amazing! Our third date and a rainy Sunday brought us back to his rooftop apartment for another wonderful meal (major points for cooking!). It was then, over our glass of red, that he told me he doesn’t want to date anyone else and that I have exclusivity rights on him. I was shocked. Pleased, of course, but more than a little taken aback.  He told me I didn’t have to declare the same, just yet, but only when I was ready. A lot of wow and little yikes!  I’m not sure if I am ready to be exclusive so soon. He is a wonderful guy and an awesome kisser…. but I’ve been enjoying the dating game. Becoming exclusive at this point is certainly the most complex meal he’s cooked up yet – it’s both something to chew and and food for thought. Perhaps I’ll let it simmer.


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