Location Review:4.0 Stars – Really cool bartenders, decent trivia, and the food looked bomb AF
Date Duration: 3 hours
After a victorious trivia night which ended in a kiss, I wanted to see Taylor again. I drunkenly texted him a few days after our date to lock down another one. He really sucked at making plans and instead flipped the topic to the Super Bowl but wasn’t really being that chatty with me.
On Tuesday afternoon, he finally asked me out for that night so we could defend our championship title from the week before. Awesome. Cool. Let’s do it.
Well we got our asses handed to us. (Fuck you, It’s Just a Cold Sore!) But it was an okay time. I was hoping that since it was the second date he’d make up for not asking me any damn questions during the first one. He didn’t. The whole night I was either asking him shit, going “Mhmmm”, “Yeah”, or “That’s crazy”. The hallmark of every great relationship.
I tried to get him to touch me because I’m crazy. I’d put my hand on his leg, touch his arm, just subtle shit to say HEY I LIKE YOU SO YOU SHOULD RECIPROCATE. I got a shoulder touch.
We once again shut the bar down and were waiting for our Lyfts. Still no touching. Then his car shows up and he broke out a solid ass kiss. Like hand behind my neck, fingers in my hair, pulling me in, and edging the make out line. So. Hot. Where was this guy earlier that night?
This created an interesting situation. On the one hand he didn’t deliver in the personality-chemistry department but on the other hand there was potential physically. I left it at, “If he texts me to go out again, I probably will give him one last shot but I’m not going out of my way”. Didn’t hear from him for 4 days. Then I got these.
Location Review: 4.5 Stars– Great brunch menu, reasonably priced, and had healthy/clean options. Sweet potato quinoa bowl was on point.
Date Duration: 2 hours
The week I met Jon I had 3 dates scheduled. Out of all of them, he was the one I was most excited about. He grew up in the same town my uncle lived in, was a Pats fan, tall, dark hair, went to Cornell, traveled a lot, and got a zombie virus from the permafrost in Alaska. HOW FUCKING COOL IS THAT? Clearly he was smarter than me and I found it so fucking sexy. What also played in his favor was that he was going to be in NJ earlier that day which meant I got to be on home turf. Fuck. Yes. Leave 15 minutes before I’m supposed to be there? SOLD.
I picked out a brunch spot and the stage was set. This was the day I was going to meet my future husband. He walked up to the restaurant looking cute as fuck, his voice was nice, we got a table, and OH MY GOD HE WAS SO BORING.
I asked about how he contracted a zombie virus and all he had to say was, “Yeah, it was crazy. There was something in the ice. I just had to get antibiotics. It was fine”. He travelled a lot and rode motorcycles in Vietnam. “It was cool.” I felt crazy for asking him all these questions but he wasn’t elaborating or even volleying questions my way. WTF, you went to Cornell. Why is this so difficult?
What really dug his hole was his career/life ambitions. Despite having accomplished great things, it didn’t seem like he had much coming down the pike. He took a random teaching job for the hell of it, regretted his college major of archaeology, and lived in Brooklyn. Okay, the Brooklyn thing wasn’t bad. What was bad is that he had lived there for 3 months, hadn’t purchased a bed, and was sleeping on a deflated air mattress. Very sexy.
We were going to the same train station and walked back together. We were also on the same platform but didn’t know. We said the goodbyes, hugged, and he asked where to go. I told him track 2. I was on track 3. So we stood on the platform, awkwardly apart, in silence.
He sent me the Jack Chop video the next day of a Massachusetts guy with a hard-ass Boston accent. I sent him Shit Boston Mothers Say. The day after he texted me saying he watched the Super Bowl with Eagles fans. I gave my condolences. Day after that he sent a video of Philly fans rioting. I left him on read and never heard from him since.
Location Review: 4.5 Stars– Awesome apps, kick ass happy hour, most delightful owner
2.5 Stars – Thank god the lights were off because it’s literally someone’s basement. Don’t blacklight anything. FIRE playlist though
Date Duration: 4 hours
I’m just going to say it. I “Liked” Todd because he looked like the guy from 90210 and I wanted to see just how much he looked like him. That was our starting point.
Leading up, we really didn’t talk. Actually the night of our original chat ended when he said he needed to do stuff for work so I should just shoot him a message when I got back from my weekend trip. Ballsy.
In my inifinite wisdom I took it like a challenge and honestly, I was kinda impressed. Instead of ghosting he just said he was busy and wouldn’t answer. (The fact this was my barometer for a decent guy says a lot).
Within only a few messages he asked me out for drinks and had me pick the bar. After a previously unsuccessful trip at Mustang Harry’s, I wanted to try it out.
I met him at a table which was unexpected but welcome because that meant a solid possibility of food. Todd was a really good time. No lags in conversation, kept telling me I was pretty and how great I was, and he seemed to have his shit together. To top it off, he had a decent job in construction management, was Italian, loved Pitbull, lived alone, was also getting into country music, wanted to do touristy NY shit, had a close family, grew up in NY, and looked like Will Schuester in the right light (surprisingly not like Luke Perry as an FYI).
We were having such good conversation and the topic of bachata came up. He had no idea how to do it and I had always wanted to go. With no hesitation he pulled his phone out, asked if I wanted to go that night, and found a spot. Holy. Shit.
We had time to kill before the club opened so we stayed at the first bar for awhile. Out of nowhere the manager came up to us, started talking, and we got free drinks. It was at this point I realized that I was more sober than Todd. I had only 2 beers and maybe half of my next drink. He had 2 shots, 2 beers, 1 mixed drink, and he finished mine. This is after he said he didn’t drink heavily that often. Oh Todd, you were hanging out with Laura. You will be drunk.
After we finished our last round we moved to the Latin club to get our bachata on. Everything was pretty good until we got to the club. I will be the first to say that I have no patience for other people especially when it comes to dumb questions. The club had a sign hanging from the awning that had the business name. When we got there the bouncer explained that downstairs was the Latin spot and upstairs was hip hop. Todd pointed to the sign and said “What’s this then?” It annoyed me so much for no reason. Then I realized it wasn’t the question that bothered me in this case. It was how he said it. He sounded exactly like my ex. Then as I thought about it, he had other similar tendencies which reminded me of the ex. The way he talked to the manager, how he talked about me, the other questions he asked. I couldn’t unsee it and I was incredibly annoyed on the inside.
But we were at the club and I couldn’t dip from just being “annoyed”. We ultimately headed to the hip hop club and entered a room which should never have the lights turned on let alone have a blacklight on it. No joke, it looked like a high school kid’s dream basement.
Since Todd reminded me of my ex I needed beer. STAT. So I downed 2 Coronas and somehow convinced him to also down 2 despite him already being quite drunk. Ohhh well.
We took on the dance floor and by took on I mean I was breaking shit down while he kinda stood there doing a slight straight-guy-shuffle. Every now and then I’d check in on him and we started getting pretty touchy. But not in a gross way. Actually, he was really sweet. He would pull me in, have his hand on my lower back, pull me close to talk, and keep his arm behind me as we stood at the bar. It may not seem like anything noteworthy, but it had been awhile since someone touched me in such a tender and respectful way. (Once again, these standards say a lot).
It had been a long day, Todd was sloshed, so it was time to head out. When we reached the corner to part ways, we kissed (in front of a food cart with the guy staring right at us).
We texted a few times over the weekend but when it came to setting another date, our schedules just weren’t lining up. He had to work late all week and I was heading home to see my sister that weekend. Throughout that entire time span, not one text from him. And really, I had no complaints about it. We shared a fantastic night but once again I wasn’t 100% down, I didn’t want to string him along, and I didn’t want to have another awkward fuck.
Location Review:N/A– Could not make an effective review
Date Duration: 7 minutes (a new record)
Trey and I had been chatting and texting for nearly 4 days before he asked me out. He seemed pretty normal. Aside from looking like a hedgehog, he worked in finance, was athletic, grew up in Westchester, lived in Hell’s Kitchen, liked to drink, and loved dogs. Nothing too noteworthy.
Just to preface the following events, below was the text exchange that day and a few days prior:
Got it? Remember that? Cool.
I met him at the bar and said it was super busy inside but he knew of a spot a few blocks down. We walked over and did small talk about work. Nothing special. We got to the second bar which was also full. I let him know that I was fine with staying there and standing but if he wanted to change locations, that was also fine. Trey said he wasn’t feeling it so we walked out.
When he said he wasn’t feeling it, he meant about the whole situation. We were standing outside and he said, “Yeahh, I’m not feeling this. I’m tired. I’m just going to go home. Nice meeting you”. AND WALKED AWAY.
Okay, I recognize that I am not a supermodel by any means. Probably a 7 with a personality that could bump me to an 8 depending on the crowd. That being said, I do make a point to have photos on my profile that look like me. Too many times have I gone to meet a guy expecting Hottie McHotpants and instead got Homer Simpson. WTF was this asshole expecting? If he didn’t want to go out why didn’t he just cancel when I texted him that day? WHO RAISED HIM?
As I walked to the train I unmatched him and blocked his number. I don’t care what his excuse was going to be. If you’re going to pull that shit I don’t need you in my life.
Location Review:4.0 Stars – Really cool bartender, decent trivia, and the food looked bomb AF
Date Duration: 3 hours
Taylor was not what I would go for. His hair was light, he was 5’7″, military, and his last pic was him shirtless with his hand very close to some girl’s ass. That being said, his first pic involved a WWE style belt so I had some questions.
Also had the best opener/height related conversation in the history of Tinder
He asked me out while I was out of the country so when I got back I volleyed the offer. He accepted and we went out. THAT NIGHT. (I did have time to change my pants before heading out. If you wear tight pants on a date, it means you care).
He picked a place in Hoboken with trivia. Truth be told, I suck at trivia. Unless it has to do with pageantry, Boston, or really vague 90’s references I’m pretty much useless. We won that night.
Between questions and drinks, I really started digging this guy. Was he short? Yeah. But meanwhile he had a fantasy football podcast, was ex-military, worked in aviation, loved The Simpsons, and was working on his MBA. HOT DAMN.
The whole time I didn’t know where I stood. I was having a halfway decent time but I was also the one who was guiding the conversation so I had no idea if he was just being nice or was genuinely enjoying himself.
Once the bar started closing down we put in the calls for our respective Lyfts and stood in the foyer to wait. Taylor turned to me and said, “I had a really good time tonight. We should definitely do this again. I need to send you my number”. OKAY IF YOU INSIST.
We hugged and then he said, “You know, you’re really not that much taller than me”. And then he went in for the kiss and it was good. To the point I wanted to make out with him but deemed it inappropriate since it was only the first date.
We texted here and there, I may have been trashed for some of it, but we set a second date.