I don’t usually like to go on blind dates. I find that I’m never a good match for any of the suitors I’m set up with and matchmaking tends to freak me out (too many expectations). So it was with a bit of trepidation that I allowed my cousin’s girlfriend to talk me into meeting up with her coworker—an extremely smart guy by the name of Ariel. We had been emailing back and forth and he seemed sweet enough so I figured I’d give him—and blind dating—a chance.
We agreed to meet after work on Friday. I spotted him right away at the counter of the intimate wine bar he had recommended on 30th Street. He looked just as he did in his pictures. Handsome. Tall. Kind smile. As soon as he reached down to give me a tight squeeze, I instantly felt comfortable. Awkward pauses were kept to a minimum and he kept the conversation interesting for the many hours we sat on our stools. He’s also wicked smart, ya’ll. I hope I didn’t come across as a total bonehead. That happens sometimes.
There’s a bit of a catch though. He knows about my blog. I don’t know if he’s actively reading it but he has perused it which is something I’ve never come across with anyone I have dated in the past. On the one hand, it relieves a bit of stress. On the other, it means I can’t be as true to my feelings as I’d like because I’m scared he’ll read a review of our date. I will say for the record that Ariel was a true gentleman and we are currently coordinating plans to meet up again.
In other dating news: remember the Albanian named Bear I met recently while out dancing? I sort of let it go when he started up with the sexting but he was so persistent that he convinced me to grab a drink with him. He calls me “sweety,” thinks I’m “funy,” and would like to “lain next to (me),” so clearly we’re soul mates (I’ll try to overlook the glaring typos). I’ve decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. I want to be fair. He could be a very nice, respectable gentleman named Bear who I just so happened to meet in a club, right?
I’ve yet to finalize plans with Roberto, but we’re working on something. He’s sort of fallen to the bottom of my list. I was annoyed when he insisted I come to a lounge in Astoria (where he lives) on our first date. As my friend Emily pointed out, he’s either extremely lazy or hoping to get lucky. Either way, I’m not sure I like my odds.
In completely not-related-to-anything-news: I would like to extend a very special thank-you to my buddy Austin who repaired my toilet seat. Not that I’ve been parading men through my apartment or anything, but the damn seat has been loose for weeks and not one of the suitors I’ve paraded through my apartment has done anything to fix it. Austin was kind enough to get on all fours and get ‘er done. Thank you, Austin!