One Date per Week

This time I went with a new app called Hinge. The premise is that it will link you to people who are either 2 or 3 degrees removed from you. The idea being that your social network is the best indication of compatibility. 

He was the friend of a very interesting friend of mine. I hadn't spoken to her in years but I had always appreciated her intelligence and wit, so I thought this was a good indication. To boot he looked cute in the pictures. 

We met in a bar in the West Village.  My first indication should have been that he didn't ask me where I was coming from. The bar, though lovely, was miles away in New York terms from anywhere in my life and it was a very cold, very rainy night. 

This is the second date with a "finance" guy and the theme here is that they can only really talk about their work and, worse, themselves. Luckily he had a few more social graces and there were wee glimpses of interesting conversation. Enough to keep me curious and hopeful.

Date over and not too bad. Unfortunately it all came apart when he started texted me about the modeling out of a cost-benefit analysis of.... yep, me too. 

Meet random assortment of numbers. Or at least that is what his OKC profile said his name was. This was my first date after a long put off return to the dating world. You have to start somewhere and I started with him. 

We agree, after just a couple of messages are exchanged, to meet in Williamsburg at a cool bar serving cool drinks to people who make cool choices about makeup and clothes. I'm not that cool but hey, he's probably paying so he gets to choose.

Why is it that the guy never really looks like the pictures? Do have I have some optical disability wherein I can't translate 2D images properly to 3D versions? He is, unsurprisingly, shorter and less good looking. At least he has all his hair. Within seconds I know this is going no where. 

Two drinks are ordered and we spend the next hour listening to him talk. I assume he could hear himself but upon further reflection maybe not. He droned. I think thats the descriptive term to use. He droned on about himself, his great finance job, his life in Billyburg. 

The waitressed asked if we wanted another, I said no too fast. A few minutes after that I was out, thinking to myself that he was the reason people say Williamsburg has jumped the shark.