I Blame Disney

Sometimes, when a date is going well, I do a terrible thing where I envision the other person and myself in situations in the distant and sometimes not-so-distant future, like taking him to a co-worker's housewarming party that I don't want to go to by myself but also don't want to subject any friends that I actually care about to. Or taking him to a friend's wedding. Maybe you do this, too. I am going to suggest a new plan of action for both of us and that plan of action is: stop. Things can change a lot in a week, things can change a lot in a day, and, truth be told, that loser probably wouldn't even sing along and dance to Shout! with you anyway and what good is that?