Looks like Jazz Man and I won’t be making beautiful melodies together after all. The Friday night date didn’t happen, which is 100% ok. I was in Astoria having dinner with my good friend “Coco” at Marketa and Jazz Man was finishing up a performance in midtown. I was running about 30 minutes behind our scheduled 9pm time and he told me he had to head back to New Jersey by 11 in order to catch the last train. This would just give us about an hour and a half for date time.

This just turned me off and also the two pitchers of Sangria Coco and I had had turned me pretty lit up, so I canceled on him. I finally got those tacos, but from my former love, The Taco Truck, in Astoria and went back home.

Jazz Man wasn’t really my type in all actuality anyway. Yes, he was a bigger man but he was insecure about it. It is one thing to be a bigger person but still maintain confidence. It is another to be insecure and clearly be doing nothing about it. He kept asking throughout the course of our conversations “why is a girl like you talking to me?” Because I like your personality? Which, I did until the insecurities surfaced. I also appreciate a man who takes care of himself. I don’t need a six-pack but please respect your body. I’m glad it ended nicely with me saying New Jersey is geographically undesirable instead of saying his body is sexually undesirable.

While we are still in Jersey, please see my most recent OkCupid message from a real winner, a 33-year-old Adam in Hoboken, and my sarcastic responses. I promptly blocked him after sending the last message:

What have I re-learned here? Stay away from the Jersey boys. Please keep your arrows pointed in Manhattan, Cupid.