First Date Killers

All of these are from the same date. Poor guy. I don't think he had any idea how to actually talk to a woman on a date... at age 32! (Kinda felt like high school)

“Wow, you must read a lot”

“I was in therapy for a while because of my ex-girlfriend”

“I don’t know what I am doing at my job. I’m in over my head”

“I was a total player from the age of 24 until… a few months ago”

“You’re really tall… do you always wear heels?”

“I don’t know what love is”


Check, please!

*scorpio*

Same Schtick / Different Face

Last night I had my date with the Muslim mystery man. I went mainly out of curiosity… I’ve never dated a Muslim before and I thought I might learn something.

Instead, he engaged me in the same pedestrian, pedantic (and surprisingly prevalent) discourse about male/female relations in NYC.

Apparently – and brace yourself here because this is a brand-new concept:
Men want gorgeous women.
Women want rich men.

Sigh.

Every single man I’ve dated since I moved here four years ago (with the exception of my ex) has launched into this topic with vigor. It’s inevitable. It doesn’t matter how intelligent or substantive they are—they seem to truly believe that women chose men based on their bank accounts rather than good old-fashioned compatibility. And don’t even get me started on “needing the most beautiful woman” regardless of her personality.
I refuse to believe that all men are that vapid.

And conversations like this- especially on dates- make me feel more alone than ever.

Not to be pedestrian myself, but … what ever happened to love?

*scorpio*

Single Malt

Riddle me this... who goes to a chic Tribeca banker bar, orders up a Laphroaig neat, and ends up getting picked up by a tea-drinking Muslim?

I do.


In his defense, he was pretty hot. But what's a foul-mouthed post-feminist workaholic woman supposed to do with a practicing Muslim who has never even tasted alcohol... much less the simple beauty that is an Islay scotch?


The answer: Screw.


Obviously, I passed. He has to at least pretend he's interested in my personality. And he sure as shit better know his scotch.

*scorpio*