Manhattan is a teeny tiny island so this happens more often than you might think. As we walk over, I take a breath and assume the role of The curtain goes up when my date exclaims, “Hey guys!
I’m on a first or second date and, oh, my date knows that couple over there. ” they turn around and I throw myself into a performance I’ve workshopping for years. You better not fuck this one up, bro, we’re already planning a myriad of adorable double dates for the four of us!
Working title: “Nice to Meet You: A Delightful Display of Humor, Cleverness, and Good Looks! ” I perform as if all my date’s friends are Ben Brantley, the notorious NY Times theatre critic. ” Then there are the times I’ve met a date’s friends, thought they were awesome, imagined them being my friends…it’s made it harder to break up with a guy I’m not that into!
Worse still, when I think the guy is awesome, think he’s friends are rad and, goddamn it, he isn’t that into ME!
Hello all, I am in a new relationship with a great guy.
Unless you happen to stumble upon your next-door-neighbour on a matchmaking site and realise he was the one for you all along, you’re likely to be immersing yourself in an entirely new scene.
My date and I were walking to a restaurant for dinner in his neighborhood in Queens.
I was 22 and too naive to say, “Fuck you, I’m not trekking all the way out to Forest Hills for a second date!
Maybe I’m scarred from a second date I went on my first year in New York.
The awkwardness was so extreme, I remember the date more vividly then most.
There have been a few times where we've been together for a day and he has to leave to go meet some friends, and does not invite me along.