At what point does 'dating' become a 'relationship?'
I met someone at a coffeeshop early on Sunday and we spent the better part of nine hours lying in my darkened bedroom talking quietly about how we feel we relate to the world and those we care about. In the span of an afternoon, this person went from a complete stranger to trusted confidant and intellectual foil. After how many dates do we say that we're "dating?" After how many dates do our identities gain the possessive 'My boyfriend, my girlfriend?' After how many dates do we (And society) acknowledge that great one-ness that exists tangibly between us?