Nightmare on 33rd Street

Another flashback Friday date since I’ve been spending more time with Spencer and the Criminal Minds team than out on new dates lately. In January 2014 I went out on a date with a guy from OkCupid. We will call him Freddy. Freddy and I met up on a cold January weekday night at a speakeasy in midtown called Middle Branch. I was very impressed with his choice! It was a speakeasy and I had not heard of it. He had a reservation for us upstairs so we waited downstairs a few minutes until our table was ready. Before the date he made it known that he was going to “grab a slice of pizza,” which means he isn’t going to be shelling out the dollar bills for dinner. It was too late for me to grab a bite for myself and at this point I was just meeting after work and not going back home to Queens (where I lived at the time). So, I met up for drinks on a empty stomach. Classic.

We probably spent about two hours at the speakeasy discussing all kinds of things from family to careers. I was in a career transition at the time and had just found out I got my exciting new job so I was on a high with that. My personality definitely was overbearing for this poor kid. After about two drinks I was thoroughly bored and he was insistent upon having another one. Probably the most exciting thing he shared with me was that his uncle was a director/producer of scary movies. One, in fact that gave me horrible nightmares as a child. This should’ve been my red flag. The date ended and I got into a cab home. I did not kiss Freddy goodbye nor did I feel like I left an impression on him wanting to hang out again. I was also turned off by the fact that he had me pay half of the bill. It was a speakeasy that he picked out that clearly has expensive beverages. He knew it would be pricey and was the one insistent upon more drinks. Now, I did make one error and I will blame it on the intoxication. I did hold Freddy’s hand across the table. There were no romantic stares to associate the hand holding. Honestly, as I remember it, it was completely innocent. This later came to bite me on the behind.

I tried to give this guy the typical “fade out” where I barely respond to his messages. But, poor guy did not get the hint. And, once I broke it to him that I was “just not that into him” he went a whole different direction. I present the screenshots of the nightmarish texts after a mediocre date that also show that I, too, break hearts.

I sent him a picture of a beer pong table at a house party I was at to show that I was “busy.”