I learned the meaning of DTR after I heard the friends of a guy I'd been dating for about six weeks joking about us needing to have one. Of course, his friends refused to tell me what the term meant, and I was clueless. The guy ("Ethan") finally told me that DTR was an acronym for "define the relationship." I asked him to further explain, and Ethan posed a question to me. "If our relationship was a road, what kind of road would it be?"
I found the question as well as his eagerness to define our relationship sort of amusing. I was no longer dating the "other guy" who had initially been a thorn in Ethan's side and we saw each other once a week, so I was surprised further defining was necessary at the six week or so mark. But I played along, asking Ethan to give me multiple choices. So Ethan offered the following: "(a) the interstate, (b) a highway, (c) gravel road, or (d) a dirt road."
I chose a dirt road, and I could tell immediately that (d) was the wrong answer. I explained that he should just be relieved that we were on a road together and that after six weeks, there was no way for me to further define things in this road analogy. Furthermore, I was 22 and just trying not to laugh.
So today at the Soup Kitchen I was enjoying my pizza when the owner Phil asked the cop seated next to me if his new lady friend was his girlfriend. Gotta love these awkward moments when they're not your awkward moments! The cop replied "Sort of," and several people at the surrounding tables laughed and commented. The "lady friend" sighed and said "It's a long story." DTRs have often felt like a drag to me (I used to abhor labels and whatnot--but now I realize that at some point "the guy I'm dating" starts to sound silly), but I'm thinking they are even worse when a restaurant owner initiates them.