
{"id":112,"date":"2005-11-09T16:47:48","date_gmt":"2005-11-09T20:47:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thedirtroad.net\/jeff\/journal\/?p=112"},"modified":"2005-11-09T16:49:03","modified_gmt":"2005-11-09T20:49:03","slug":"well-why-not","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thedirtroad.net\/jeff\/journal\/2005\/11\/09\/well-why-not\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Well, why not?&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>By the spring of 1998, I was starting to dip my toe in the pool of dating again and no one was a bigger cheerleader for me than Adriene.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;She might say no, Jeff, but she should know she&#8217;s missing out on a great guy.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I appreciated the sentiment, but it didn&#8217;t make asking girls out on dates any easier.  I was never any good at that stuff.  No matter how smooth I tried to plan out what I was going to say, it always came out wrong or circumstances always rendered what I said nonsensical.  Nonetheless, at least I was moving on.<\/p>\n<p>During this time, the transitions in all of my friends&#8217; lives were still going on.  Friends were falling out of and falling into love in relationships around me.  Adriene had just come out of a relationship and we spent a lot of time talking late into the night about the confusing nature of relationships.  We tried to encourage each other and not fall into self-pity or bash the ex-es.   The result of all this was that now Adriene was doubly off-limits.  First of all, she was still a freshman and I was under a <a href=\"http:\/\/thedirtroad.net\/jeff\/journal\/2005\/10\/13\/first-impressions\/\">self-imposed no freshman rule.<\/a>  Now, however, she was on the rebound and I wasn&#8217;t about to be any girl&#8217;s rebound.  Plus, it just seemed predatory to counsel her on emerging out of a relationship and then follow it up with asking her out.  So, she wasn&#8217;t even on the list for me.  There were other girls that I was interested in and wanted to get to know better.<\/p>\n<p>At the end of the school year she went home to Savannah and I was left in Atlanta to fend for myself and I had a great summer.  It was probably one of the few times in my life that I got out, went places, and lived like a single person and enjoyed it.  I didn&#8217;t go on very many dates, but it felt good to be alive.  Meanwhile, thanks to the technology that is e-mail and Instant Messenger, Adriene and I continued to converse over the summer on a regular basis.  In the middle of the summer she planned to fly up to Atlanta to go to a wedding and asked if I would pick her up at the airport and I told her I&#8217;d be glad to.<\/p>\n<p>My sister wryly picked up a scent, &#8220;So, is there anything going on between you and this girl?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No,&#8221; I shook my head.  &#8220;I&#8217;m just picking her up so that she can visit with some friends and go to the wedding.  There&#8217;s nothing going on there.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well, why not?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I gave her my list of reasons and she shrugged and said, &#8220;Well, OK, if that&#8217;s the way you want it.  I dunno.  I don&#8217;t know how many casual friends I would drive down and pick up at the airport or would ask me to pick them up at the airport.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Thanks to my sister, I was now second-guessing.  Sure, I really enjoyed the time I spent with Adriene, but dating had bad idea written all over it.  I was entering my final year of college and a year from now I might be living anywhere with a new job.  Getting entangled in a relationship with a second-year student and facing the possibility of yet another long-distance relationship if I moved after graduation was extremely unappealing.  I had a good friendship with Adriene and if I knew what was good for me, I wouldn&#8217;t screw it up with a botched romance.   No, I was going to steer clear of this and keep looking elsewhere.<\/p>\n<p>Somehow, though, she stayed in the back of my mind.  She had snuck onto the bottom of the list.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had a good litany of reasons not to date Adriene. <a href=\"https:\/\/thedirtroad.net\/jeff\/journal\/2005\/11\/09\/well-why-not\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-112","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-less-than-love"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thedirtroad.net\/jeff\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thedirtroad.net\/jeff\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thedirtroad.net\/jeff\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thedirtroad.net\/jeff\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thedirtroad.net\/jeff\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=112"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thedirtroad.net\/jeff\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thedirtroad.net\/jeff\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=112"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thedirtroad.net\/jeff\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=112"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thedirtroad.net\/jeff\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=112"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}