Then there is Dave... The story of how I ended up on a date with him is a little strange, perhaps. I was invited to a poker night this past Saturday, which I decided to attend despite my absolute incompetence at card games. Not surprisingly, I lost rather quickly and headed off to another group of people playing board games. Board games, especially puzzles, I’m much better at, and this German block game was something I could deal much better with than poker, which is all about lying, reading people, and chance… things with which I lack expertise. In the end, I was able to face off with one other person, the boy named Dave. He then suggested that we play for something, since, after all, this is the “final” game. I personally couldn’t think of anything to play for except perhaps a few pounds, but then he said, “If I win this game, we have to watch a movie together.” I’m pretty dense, but perhaps not that dense since I kind of took understood it as his way of asking me on a date. Rather bold, I thought but I couldn’t think of anything to ask in return should I win. In the end, my conditions were that we don’t watch a movie together should I win since I knew he was the younger brother of a friend.
Whether unfortunately or fortunately, I lost… by one point, which meant I had to watch a movie with him. Turns out, he’s not so incredibly immature for his age and he picked a really interesting documentary series by BBC titled “Planet Earth” and we watched a couple episodes of “Life” together (Hunter and Hunted and Fish). I really enjoyed the movies and surprisingly, his company since he is probably the funniest boy with whom I’ve ever been on a date. Then comes the catch, he’s eighteen and he’s in the American equivalent of high school! I definitely feel a little awkward knowing that and he knows that I’m twenty-three and that I’m a graduate student in hopes of obtaining a PhD. He will turn nineteen this year, but nine days AFTER my little sister… which makes him younger than my little sister! I really don’t know how to feel about this. How would I feel if my sister told me that she is dating someone older than me? I doubt that I would be OK with it. His older brother is OK with this though, which makes the situation even more awkward for me. In any case, we have another date this weekend, so I suppose I’ll figure out where this is going after date two. Honest opinions, am I robbing the cradle?
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