I felt too vulnerable. I wanted slow dating. I wanted elbows on the table, leaning in close to talk in a noisy restaurant; fingers laced around the handle of a mini-golf putter, laughing about our failed attempts at a hole-in-one; sitting side-by-side on the rocks at the beach, watching the surfers and eating fish ‘n chips. I wasn’t ready for a committed relationship yet, but I at least wanted an endurance event, a 500-me…
