Searching for Chemistry

All this talk about Suzy I has me worked up. It puts me in the mind of other relationships gone wrong after one date, the ol’ One-and-Done. My mind doesn’t wander too far in this regard before stumbling over my encounter with Suzy II. As you may recall, Suzy I and Suzy II are not related. Their real names aren’t even Suzy. But my experiences with them are reminiscent of each other, and they wear their hair in a similar fashion (short and parted on the side), and their smiles are identical (heads tilted, bright, cute smiles).

Hence, Suzy I and Suzy II.

How Relationships Can Ruin Music

U2 released their most recent offering during the eight-day insanity I like to call Suzy I. You will recall that the first seven days went well. Off the charts connection. True, it was all texting and messaging. But virtual or not, the connection was real. Then we met. The date seemed to go OK. We met at a fancy restaurant and ate a fancy dinner over a fancy bottle of wine. And we talked. For five hours.

The Mea Culpa Series -- Installment 1

A new series!

This series is devoted to sharing stories in which I’m mostly to blame for a date having gone wrong. Strike that. Partly to blame. I’ll let you decide whether I should shoulder most of the blame. One might be tempted to compare this series to the “Egg on My Face” series. That would be misguided. The “Egg on My Face” series is intended to make fun of myself. This series is intended to play devil’s advocate and suggest, despite my constant datebashing, perhaps Lex should look in the mirror and own up.

No humor intended. Just some cold, hard analysis.

Make sense?

OK.

Maybe it will.

After the jump.

One-and-Done

I was a philosophy minor in college, with a history-political science double major. Then I went to law school. I did well. Why? I’m a theoretical kind of guy. So while I enjoy sharing my dating war stories, I will revert to my former self on occasion and poke fun at this thing we call dating.

Today I direct my attention at what I’ll call the One-and-Done Syndrome.

What is this malady, you ask?

Texting

In 1995 there was no texting. There may have been email. But my Ex and I never emailed each other while we were dating. The chemistry was all in-person or on the phone. Texting is another beast altogether. As a writer, I don’t mind texting. I like email better because it’s easier to compose my thoughts. But there is nothing inherently wrong with texting.