Looking back on the first post of his I saw — and responded to

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I started writing on Medium in April of 2017. A few months into it, I had about twelve followers, wrote every day, and periodically read pieces posted in the tags I used, “love” and “relationships” being two main ones.

In August, just a few months into my Medium foray, I was scrolling through tags sipping on a mug of cheap, lukewarm coffee reheated from the day before, and came upon a post titled “My Dating Cover Letter,” with an image of damn Snoopy.

If I even bothered to read the author byline (note: very doubtful), I definitely had never heard of Scott at that point (bc I had made zero writer friendships by then), so had no context on what I was about to click on… but on basis of title alone (and perhaps because I had just written my own tongue-in-cheek “brutally honest dating profile”), this seemed like a piece that was about to be Endearing As Hell (and, spoiler alert… at least in my humble opinion, it was.) …

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Re-reading my pieces from a year ago, they’re almost* unfamiliar to me now

*No. That’s an exaggeration. Not totally unfamiliar — I recognize the pieces.

I recall the mindset and where I was going. I will think to “take” the point somewhere as I’m reading… and delight to see that I did so, even back then, just a few sentences or paragraph later.

To say the pieces, as a whole, are “unrecognizable” or “unfamiliar” was unfair. But I didn’t rewrite that — I left it — because that was what came to mind so, hell, let’s play with that.

But that being said…

I’d write these pieces a bit differently now

The overall sentiment in each piece, for the most part, is still the same. There are very few of my pieces (I mean, truly… fewer than maybe 5?) that I re-read and feel a strong aversion to now* (*or, rather, would write differently.) …

And what we often get wrong about it

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When I like someone — even as a friend but definitely as a potential love interest — one of the first and biggest indicators of my affection is: I just want to be with them. I want to grab drinks, hang out, have long conversations, carpool, even run errands or work alongside them.

When I don’t like someone (or something), I don’t hesitate to withhold my time and attention; I don’t like when I feel someone or something is a poor use of either. I get impatient easily. I hate being interrupted. (But also: slow talkers.) One of the first things I notice about someone is whether or not they maintain eye contact while we’re in a conversation. …


Kris Gage

Writer — www.krisgage.com reach me at krisgagemedium (at) gmail (dot) com

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