The week before Thanksgiving I had a marathon of dates with JC. Four dates in one week, which is aggressive. Again, I was stepping out of my typical type and going for the more intelligent looking type of guy than the sporty all-American. He was very responsive with texts and I enjoyed his initiation of the game of “20 questions” which most likely turned into 200 questions via text and in person. Dates one and two were impressive and I was really into the guy. He was somewhat tall, glasses and endearing. Date one he “picked me up” from church and we went for dinner at Sushi of Gari. I learned of this place from LA Guy and was excited to check it out. We didn’t do the $120 Omikase but we did do three delicious rolls and a bottle of wine. Conversation was flowing along with the wine and I really appreciated how he treked from Jersey City to the Upper East Side to take me out.Little did I know that he was a super trekkie. We got some dessert wine at Pil Pil after dinner and then he walked me home. After some rooftop making out he went back to Dirty Jersey. He didn’t let me pay and was very kind. I honestly would peg this as one of the best first dates I even had.

Tuesday we walked around Bryant Park and went to dinner at a pub in the God-awful Times Square area. It was nice having someone else making the decisions, even though I would never decide to go to Times Square. He initially wanted to go to the top of the Empire State Building but I quickly vetoed that. However, while walking around Bryant Park, which was plan B, I noticed the Empire was purple. I was on a roll with my jokes this night, which he referred to as “dad jokes” and commented on how he ordered the Empire to be purple for me. My favorite color. Instead of ice skating, I opted to sit on a swing at the Southwest Porch and drink a beer. Ice skating is not my forte. Drinking however, is. We enjoyed the beers and an occasional brief makeout session until I was turned off when someone told us to get a room. Sorry, you’re just jealous but I really am not the biggest proponent of PDA anyway. The night ended in Grand Central as he headed back to Dirty Jerz and I stayed on my island of Manhattan.

So far all seems so well right? Wrong. Date number three was on a Friday. Jersey City. I am already bummed I am missing a night out with my friends as they are going to a piano bar and I’ve agreed to go to Jersey. Then my sorority sister invited me to a VIP Chase Rice concert. All the signs are pointing to “don’t go to Jersey.” However, I went and immediately when I got off the PATH in Jersey City I break out into hives on my chest. Obviously, we all know you can’t be allergic to a city but you sure can be allergic to dating apparently. I’ve already decided that I don’t want to date someone in Jersey. The commute was a bitch even though Jersey City was cute and reminded me of Astoria. No. Just no.

I walked to his place with my bottle of wine (he has yet to let me pay for anything so I brought wine. No questions asked!). His place was huge and mostly clean. Obviously, less money for more space in New Jersey. Little did I know that all his artwork was of nebulas and galaxies and his necklace that I thought was a crucifix (he said he was a Catholic!) was actually of a Hydrogen atom. This was a little much for me. I like smart nerdy but not nerdy nerdy and I soon discovered we had little in common. Dinner was at another sushi place, in Hoboken, and then we went to a German Beer Hall back in Jersey City. In the Uber to the beer hall I was so excited that thee of my favorite Justin Bieber songs were on. I was jammin’ to them with the Uber driver and JC could’ve been less interested. I think this was the moment he realized we didn’t have much in common. Back at his place we watched Love Actually and fell asleep. There was definitely no sexual chemistry and I didn’t let anything beyond kissing happen. Things just weren’t the same after date three like they were in date one and two. I also felt like maybe was trying to push things too fast. I’m like a snail with dating. I take my time and if you rush into it with me, I’ll crack.

Now it is Saturday and he dropped me off at my Ginger friend’s place in Secaucus and we already planned on him coming to the TCU Football watch party that night. I was kind of excited that he decided not to come but for some reason I suggested a Sunday brunch instead, since we both have raved about brunches. His trekkie self treked back to the Upper East  Side for us to get brunch. The bottomless mimosas were ideal. The conversation was not. He had forgotton things we had talked about and I found myself repeating often. He forgot he met my Ginger friend when I mentioned her name and what’s worse, forgot about the fact that I told him on date number three that my Dad had died. We were discussing Google results and he looked up my name. He said “why does this obituary pop up?” In a snarky tone I said how that was my dad. The Google search discussion ended there and that’s when I should’ve walked out to end the date.

It continued though with Starbucks and a walk through Central Park to Columbus Circle. The leaves were beautiful, but the pressured hand holding and make out stops turned me off. I just wanted to hold my hot dirty chai latte. We sat on a bench for a little while that I like to visit during lunch. He really wanted me to come back to Jersey City with him because he wanted to “do things” to me that were inappropriate in the park. Yeah, no. I’m so thankful I never slept with him. We bid adieu and I walked back home. I knew that would be the last time I would see him and that next night after he sent me some odd texts I told him that I had a great week but don’t see things progressing further. I was so relieved when his response was “I agree. Nice knowing you though.”

He ended up reaching out to me twice after this. One to wish me a Happy Thanksgiving and two to inquire about a job at Indeed. I forwarded his resume but don’t foresee that coming to fruition  based off his work history. JC was a nice guy with a big family. One of nine kids, worked in IT at a well-known company and was very kind. He just isn’t the boy for me and I hope he finds a girl that is more into Star Wars than Justin Bieber. As for me, someone please order up a Manhattan. I’m sticking to my island where I can’t see the stars or galaxies.