Well, ladies, this is my last post. It has certainly been an interesting and fun summer and I was all too happy to share with you all. I hope y'all got some laughs, some shocks, and at least some dating tips.
I gave my number out to about 7 or so guys - a girl never reveals her true number ;) and only a handfull of those turned out to be dates. And only one of those guys turned into a second date.
So what have I learned after a summer of New York City style dating? Guys in NYC expect you to come to them. It's a whole different ballgame in the Big Apple. It's not like Boston where you can stand at the bar and within 20 minutes at least one guy will hit on you, and whether he is cute or your type, he will at least say how pretty you look, sweet-haht, and make you laugh. NYC boys will wait till you approach them, ask for your number, maybe ask you out, and if they do, will probably just expect you to sleep with them - that night. I guess I can see where the premise of "Sex and the City" came from - it's no urban myth.
I wasn't expecting to find my Prince Charming or even my Big, but it was one heck of a ride.
My favorite date? The yoga and Japanese food afterwards. Creative date AND he had a lot of courage to ask a random girl out on a date. I commend him.
My least favorite date? That's a no brainer - for the future, if any guy asks you where you see this date going, it is probably a trap. Get out while you can (unless of course you're into that whole thing).
But now I'm back in Bristol, Rhode Island and law school where the pool of applicants is fewer than tall men in China. If I happen to go on any dates or my love life should take a sudden turn for the exciting, I will be sure to post about it.
Thank you all for reading up on my New York City love life. Until then, maybe I will take some advice and "Ask for Directions."
xox Es
Friday, August 13, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
In the 11th Hour
For the past couple of weeks I was thinking that it's so sad that I haven't posted - and it's even sadder that I had nothing to post about. Until Josh...
As it always goes, a friend of a friend knows someone who would be PERFECT for you, so in my case, I always say "Why not?". This time it was no different.
My friend from law school told me about this friend of his - nice, successful Jewish guy - who lives in the city. He had told me awhile ago about Josh, but I just forgot to email him. But now it was Tuesday of my last week in NYC - I had to have ONE LAST DATE, so I emailed Josh. And we struck up a conversation. (Is it me, or has dating completely become electronic? Before we know it, I'll be dating via skype!)
Let me give you the 411 on Josh (do people still say 411, or is that sooooo 1995?): He's tall and cute, works in finance, tells dirty jokes, and his friend from college just died so he was leaving early Saturday morning for his funeral.
We scheduled a date for Thursday night - but late, around 11 pm because we both had plans before that. Before heading to this date (late, per usual), I went out with a few girlfriends and had some drinks. The date ended up being SO fun! Now, I don't know if the key ingredient to this fun was the booze, but if it was, I might have to add this ingredient in all my date-stews.
I met Josh at a bar called Banc in Midtown/Murray Hill and just had a few laughs and a few drinks. At one point he said we should take a shot - why not. I told him I needed to use the restroom so he said he'd buy the shots while I went to the bathroom. I had a sudden change of heart and told him I'd use the bathroom after the shot. Not that I didn't trust him, but c'mon ladies, we've all seen our fair share of Lifetime movies starring Swoozy Kurtz - I wasn't sure what would go into that drink. (Believe me - he was a completely normal guy, nothing to be worried about, but I am really proud of myself for remembering Lifetime movie lessons, so I wanted to share this tidbit with you all.)
After awhile, he invited me back to his apartment for some rooftop drinks (his apartment was literally across the street). It was nice out and night the was still young, so I agreed. So we hung out for awhile on his roofdeck shooting the breeze. The minutes flew by and I suddenly realized it was 2:00 am on a school night and I had work the next morning. I may be out of the loop, but I'm pretty sure 2:00 am is the pivotal time to let the guy know if you are interested in staying or not. I was not. After a sweet kiss on a roofdeck overlooking New York City, I got into a cab and went home.
The next day we talked a bit on gchat and he made it very clear that while he may be interested in me, I didn't live in NYC so all he was interested in was the physical. It did occur to me that Josh, in his mourning state, had wanted me to stay, but I am not Samantha Jones. It felt like we were breaking up - it wasn't him, it was me, but maybe one day when the stars align we might be together.
And in the 11th hour or my New York City summer, I managed to go out on one last date...
As it always goes, a friend of a friend knows someone who would be PERFECT for you, so in my case, I always say "Why not?". This time it was no different.
My friend from law school told me about this friend of his - nice, successful Jewish guy - who lives in the city. He had told me awhile ago about Josh, but I just forgot to email him. But now it was Tuesday of my last week in NYC - I had to have ONE LAST DATE, so I emailed Josh. And we struck up a conversation. (Is it me, or has dating completely become electronic? Before we know it, I'll be dating via skype!)
Let me give you the 411 on Josh (do people still say 411, or is that sooooo 1995?): He's tall and cute, works in finance, tells dirty jokes, and his friend from college just died so he was leaving early Saturday morning for his funeral.
We scheduled a date for Thursday night - but late, around 11 pm because we both had plans before that. Before heading to this date (late, per usual), I went out with a few girlfriends and had some drinks. The date ended up being SO fun! Now, I don't know if the key ingredient to this fun was the booze, but if it was, I might have to add this ingredient in all my date-stews.
I met Josh at a bar called Banc in Midtown/Murray Hill and just had a few laughs and a few drinks. At one point he said we should take a shot - why not. I told him I needed to use the restroom so he said he'd buy the shots while I went to the bathroom. I had a sudden change of heart and told him I'd use the bathroom after the shot. Not that I didn't trust him, but c'mon ladies, we've all seen our fair share of Lifetime movies starring Swoozy Kurtz - I wasn't sure what would go into that drink. (Believe me - he was a completely normal guy, nothing to be worried about, but I am really proud of myself for remembering Lifetime movie lessons, so I wanted to share this tidbit with you all.)
After awhile, he invited me back to his apartment for some rooftop drinks (his apartment was literally across the street). It was nice out and night the was still young, so I agreed. So we hung out for awhile on his roofdeck shooting the breeze. The minutes flew by and I suddenly realized it was 2:00 am on a school night and I had work the next morning. I may be out of the loop, but I'm pretty sure 2:00 am is the pivotal time to let the guy know if you are interested in staying or not. I was not. After a sweet kiss on a roofdeck overlooking New York City, I got into a cab and went home.
The next day we talked a bit on gchat and he made it very clear that while he may be interested in me, I didn't live in NYC so all he was interested in was the physical. It did occur to me that Josh, in his mourning state, had wanted me to stay, but I am not Samantha Jones. It felt like we were breaking up - it wasn't him, it was me, but maybe one day when the stars align we might be together.
And in the 11th hour or my New York City summer, I managed to go out on one last date...
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