Oh hello, cliffhanger from the last post. No time like the present to address the statement “What worries me more is me,” since Megs is driving, NPR is humming quietly and I’ve got this laptop in my lap.
Megs and I have been doing some talking — shock of shocks, I know — and she pointed something out to me that only a producer watching me on date after date can do: she noted that even if I’m not into a guy, I’m still sending signals that scream Heck yeah, cowboy! Though in my head I may not be interested in a man, from my body language to my conversational responses, I’m still telling him I am.
Apparently, showing a little too much kindness on a date can be wildly misinterpreted. Which makes sense — how can you know what I’m thinking if I don’t tell you, either by using my words or by letting my actions speak loud and clear?
So my new goal has been to present a much more neutral front, and to not let my physical movements lead dates astray. Don’t look him in the eye quite so much. Don’t cross my legs toward him or lean into him (even if I cannot hear…just ask him to repeat himself. I say pardon? quite nicely if you ask me). Smile a little less (I had this problem as a teacher too. Literally, more than one other instructor told me to smile less and make the students earn it. Maybe I need to make the dates earn it?). Let’s see how this goes.