More on Mr. Bland

I don't think that anyone should ever nickname the person they're seeing "Mr. Bland." And, yet, I have. On paper, Mr. Bland is perfect for me. He's smart, he's outdoorsy, he's conservative (ok, not sure how that makes him perfect for me...), he's smart.

In real life, he's kind of bland.

I am torn about dating him. On one hand, I know very well that subconsciously I'm measuring him against Bill (a totally unfair yardstick), and on the other, I know equally well that I'm not so subconsciously using him, in part, to get over Bill. Either way, it's not fair to him.

Oh, and on kissing him (I know, I know, a lady is never supposed to kiss and tell. Too bad I'm not a lady.): he kisses like an over eager tween—awkward and not very well. If I were more into him I think teaching him how to kiss could be a lot of fun.