I Think I Might Be Dating

God has such a sense of humour. 

Not very long after my Frederick and Jeffery posts, I was asked out on a date.  

 Not by Frederick or Jeffery. 

Well, I think it was a date. 

I'm not really sure it was a date.   

It was an excursion.  

An outing.  

A hike.  It was a hike.  

Is a hike a date? 

I mean, a guy asks a girl to go somewhere with him.  It's a date, right?  I mean, he didn't ask me to Home Depot to help him decide on new paint colours or light fixtures - that's marriage, for sure! No, he asked me to go hiking with him on a Saturday. And after the hike was over he deposited me at my car, got out of the truck and gave me that sideways hug thing. If he high-fived me and said "Booyah! Good day dawg!" that would mean we were bro's.  But no, I got the "don't want to scare you with a full on hug so here's the less intimidating sideways hug" hug.

Then one day later he asked me to go on another hike. Because it was fun and we should do it again. 

Do two hikes constitute dating?  

Or is there a pre-dating trial period?  Do you have to go on a minimum number of hikes before it can be considered dating? 

People say I'm being all cute about it when I tell them about my hike. I'm a 56 year old woman. Cute. Really? That cute ship sailed over 40 years ago.

It's been a really looooooooong time since I ever dated. And even then, I only ever dated 2 boys. Never dated a man. And some days I wonder...men just seem like boys with pay cheques instead of an allowance.  

So I'm feeling a lot like a Canadian dropped into a foreign country where I don't speak their language and they don't speak mine and I'm terrified I'll end up with a bowl of fish spleen soup when I thought I was asking for a cup of coffee. 

I kinda don't want to jinx it by talking about it out loud...

But I'm feeling kind of cute about it.


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