June 2015

It has been a lull in the dating scene. Mostly my dates have consisted of me deciding if I wanted to hang out with the 15 lb free weights or the squat machine. Fortunately, my dear Ginger friend and her husband thought it would be fun to bring a single guy to my NYC two year anniversary picnic. He was a cutie, not initially my type, but who am I to know my type anymore. He did have blue eyes so that is a definitely win. We will nickname him Humphrey Bogart. He is in finance and lives in the West Village – great superficial qualities for sure.

After a few days I got a text from Bogart inviting me out for a drink. I appreciated the initiative and he even ventured up to the Upper East Side to meet me at the new bar by my apartment, Wild Horse Tavern. He was definitely the more soft-spoken type but still nice company. We chatted mostly about work and our mutual friends. In lulls of conversation, I felt the need to strike up a new topic. I kept the night at a two drink minimum since I had just come from yoga and am on a health kick. I offered money toward the bill but he declined, which was very nice of him. After the bar, he didn’t know where I lived and I asked if he wanted to walk me home. Which was literally to the next door. I found it quite comical. We hugged goodbye and that was that, which was about three weeks ago.

He isn’t as much of a texting fiend as I am so I didn’t really hear much from him until Sunday where we made plans for date number two, which was also a Wednesday after yoga. Beforehand though, I thought we were just going to meet outside my apartment. However, this kid buzzes up and waits for me in my apartment. Luckily, he met my roommate at the picnic so it wasn’t as weird as it could’ve been. Typically, a text saying you arrived and were outside would’ve sufficed.

We went to the Supply House for drinks and I invited our mutual married friends out. This was nice to hang out at a group. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to hang out with just Bogart, I just thought it would be fun to hang out in more of a group setting. Our married friends really tried hard to set us up so I thought it would be nice for them to crash a date in action. I don’t think Bogart was as thrilled about this as I was. They didn’t stay long and we didn’t stay much longer after they left. Again, I wanted a two drink minimum as I am trying my best to not drink much, if at all during the week. He was insistent upon another round but it was time to go home. It wasn’t like he was stale like an old cracker. I just didn’t feel the spark with this one. He did have very nice blue eyes and his personality was sweet but just not someone I see myself with long term.

He tried to kiss me when he walked me home, but I did the turn of the cheek. Primarily, because I had two week of travel ahead of me and it wasn’t very wise or fair to really go one any date – first or second dates. He isn’t as communicative during the week as I would like either. If he were to ask me out on a third date I may go but I feel like it has been a while since I heard from him anyway (almost two weeks). He is very old school in his dating techniques, like a Humphrey Bogart, which is refreshing but unfortunately my set up through my married friends may not become the success they were hoping for as I think neither of us are just not that into each other.