Names have been changed to protect the innocent
To motivate myself to write, I’ve decided to blog about my online dating experiences (if only, for your sake, they could be called adventures). To catch you up, this will be a longer, more boring entry than I envision the rest to be.
Dave is contestant numero uno. He works at Google and is a cultural (as opposed to religious) Jew from New York with wavy 70sish hair and glasses. 22. Tall and skinny like I like; potentially full of himself like I don’t like; and has the voice and manner of speaking of a gay man.
We’ve chatted online a bit, and the first date was last Tuesday. We were supposed to go see Purple Rain with 1000 hipsters in an abandoned pool in a park in my neighborhood, but it was rained out. We got dinner and a couple of beers afterward instead, and it was good. I hugged him at the end, but we did have the awkward to-kiss-or-not-to-kiss moment before that. Hell, we even talked about past relationships on the first date: The kiss of death?
We went out again yesterday. It was not so good. Somehow, the excitement was gone. He said a couple of things I didn’t like, and he reacted strangely to a couple of things I said. On our walk to the subway, a bus came by, which he decided to take, and we were forced into (or he schemed it) a quick goodbye. But he asked if we would hang out this coming weekend, and I said yes.
That night, he ignored my IM and, I’ve just found out, clicked on my online dating profile. He is online now, but not messaging me. I plan one more attempt to contact him.
Dave is contestant numero uno. He works at Google and is a cultural (as opposed to religious) Jew from New York with wavy 70sish hair and glasses. 22. Tall and skinny like I like; potentially full of himself like I don’t like; and has the voice and manner of speaking of a gay man.
We’ve chatted online a bit, and the first date was last Tuesday. We were supposed to go see Purple Rain with 1000 hipsters in an abandoned pool in a park in my neighborhood, but it was rained out. We got dinner and a couple of beers afterward instead, and it was good. I hugged him at the end, but we did have the awkward to-kiss-or-not-to-kiss moment before that. Hell, we even talked about past relationships on the first date: The kiss of death?
We went out again yesterday. It was not so good. Somehow, the excitement was gone. He said a couple of things I didn’t like, and he reacted strangely to a couple of things I said. On our walk to the subway, a bus came by, which he decided to take, and we were forced into (or he schemed it) a quick goodbye. But he asked if we would hang out this coming weekend, and I said yes.
That night, he ignored my IM and, I’ve just found out, clicked on my online dating profile. He is online now, but not messaging me. I plan one more attempt to contact him.