When I moved here I was talking to the most amazing person I have ever met. We got along great! The more we talked the easier it became which seems so different than most relationships. He was the first guy I had liked in three years and honestly out of all the guys I've dated, whether it be a boyfriend or just casual dating, he was the first to be that fairy tale man. We never fought. We could have deep conversations or be silly. He held me when I lost my grandma and let me cry on his shoulder and was honest about life and his thoughts. He was the guy from a sappy novel that women read. The guy that all women want but never truly get because they don't exist.
But of course all good things come to an end. Timing... it's a bitch. He and I, know matter how good the connection was, wanted two different things. I was ready to be done with the BS that dating brings and of course want to be in a committed relationship where we can experience things together. He had no idea what he wanted and wasn't ready to commit. So I ended things. And now here I am doing the one thing I vowed I wouldn't do. I'm entering into the NYC world of dating.
One thing every woman should know about New York dating is that EVERYONE will tell you guys here are scum. So look for transplants. Except from what I'm finding, all the transplants are off the market because almost all of them are married. So that means I'm stuck dating NYC bred boys.
My first date here... Wow where to begin. He was forty minutes late. Now the only reason why I stuck around and didn't leave was a couple of reasons. 1) We share mutually good friends and 2) He kept me informed the entire time he was stuck at a work event. So we met up finally. We went to a hoity toity restaurant called Lavo for a drink. Then he wined and dined me at another restaurant called Milos. He easily dropped $400 just on our dinner. So here's the deal. I couldn't care less about that stuff. In fact I would prefer if he spent $30 at a movie without popcorn.
Anyway, several dates later it just wasn't happening for us so I was honest with him and told him this wasn't going anywhere and we should stay friends. Obviously, this is not the best thing to say to a New Yorker because I was bawled out and then informed that he was not romantically interested in me whatsoever.... (apparently New York men like to spend $500 every date for no reason at all... for me, I'd rather buy a pair of shoes...) Then about a week later I started hearing from him again.... I just do not get this behavior.
So, I hear online dating is the way to go out here. I am just not sure if I can bring myself to that point. My friends and I are considering speed dating. Not to get anything real out of it. In fact, we've actually discussed playing a different role for every date. One time a british accent working for MI6 another a southern belle, etc. Personally I think this a phenomenal idea, however, I'm not sure if it is actually going to help my game... It most likely will hinder it on all aspects... I do believe it will make for better blogs lol!!!
So dating in NYC... basically the most unattainable thing in the world. Literally, you have a better chance of getting bit by a rabid homeless man who thinks pigs fly and the sky is falling than meeting a quality person. I promised myself after dating that special person I wouldn't waste my time anymore but yet here I am, one experience under my belt.... and hating it all. So I think I will remain single... Until I am proven wrong....proven wrong about my conclusion that New York men are not worth 30 seconds of my time.
My first date here... Wow where to begin. He was forty minutes late. Now the only reason why I stuck around and didn't leave was a couple of reasons. 1) We share mutually good friends and 2) He kept me informed the entire time he was stuck at a work event. So we met up finally. We went to a hoity toity restaurant called Lavo for a drink. Then he wined and dined me at another restaurant called Milos. He easily dropped $400 just on our dinner. So here's the deal. I couldn't care less about that stuff. In fact I would prefer if he spent $30 at a movie without popcorn.
Anyway, several dates later it just wasn't happening for us so I was honest with him and told him this wasn't going anywhere and we should stay friends. Obviously, this is not the best thing to say to a New Yorker because I was bawled out and then informed that he was not romantically interested in me whatsoever.... (apparently New York men like to spend $500 every date for no reason at all... for me, I'd rather buy a pair of shoes...) Then about a week later I started hearing from him again.... I just do not get this behavior.
So, I hear online dating is the way to go out here. I am just not sure if I can bring myself to that point. My friends and I are considering speed dating. Not to get anything real out of it. In fact, we've actually discussed playing a different role for every date. One time a british accent working for MI6 another a southern belle, etc. Personally I think this a phenomenal idea, however, I'm not sure if it is actually going to help my game... It most likely will hinder it on all aspects... I do believe it will make for better blogs lol!!!
So dating in NYC... basically the most unattainable thing in the world. Literally, you have a better chance of getting bit by a rabid homeless man who thinks pigs fly and the sky is falling than meeting a quality person. I promised myself after dating that special person I wouldn't waste my time anymore but yet here I am, one experience under my belt.... and hating it all. So I think I will remain single... Until I am proven wrong....proven wrong about my conclusion that New York men are not worth 30 seconds of my time.
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