In books and TV and movies, first kisses are presented as glorious things. The characters always seem to know the exact right time to kiss their date. The protagonist leans in, their date leans in — their lips meet. And it always seems to be happening in some picturesque setting — maybe in a rustic garden, with a light snowfall and swelling piano chords in the background. Alas, reality is much more awkward and inorganic.
Not in the days of Jane Austen, not now either. It feels like a battle to fight with all the planning and the maneuvering. And then there are rules. Whoever made them has never rested in their coffins in peace. It is frustrating to say the least. First, you learn and master the rules of landing a date — going through all the sub-rules of dressing for and impressing your potential partner — and when you finally land that coveted date, there is barely any time to be thankful for being off the singles market.
The Dating Nerd is a shadowy figure whose whereabouts and identifying details remain unknown. What we do know is that he is really, really good at dating. Which is to say, we met through some friends, hit it off chatting on Facebook, and went on a few dates.