Needle In the Haystack

Whoa! Exciting and important news! I actually met someone cool in NY. Just in time to have a date for 12/12/12, since the apocalypse surely must be near. We went out on a date that was actually fun last Friday, then hung out Sunday in the park, and went to a Phillies/ Mets game last night!

Background story: I actually met this guy about a year ago in the Newark airport coming back from Austin City Limits (a trip with my ex) and it was after 2 am. We bonded over the mutual frustration of taking NJ transit to the city late at night. It turns out he lived somewhat in my neighborhood, so we ended up taking the same train after we got back to NYC also, traded numbers, and hung out a couple of times back then. Since I was obviously dating someone else, nothing ever happened. We went to a movie (paid separately) and went to a couple of cool bars in the area. I was new and didn't have any friends, so this was helpful. (And also, this was pre-Ukranian stalker, so I was still open to hanging out with people I met in transit situations). So, we hung out a couple of times back then, then it sort of died.

BUT we were Facebook friends. So I sent him a rather boring "Happy birthday" sort of message the other day and was like "so we should do something again." And he was up for it- he ended up taking me out to dinner on Friday night, then after that we stopped at a birthday party for one of his friends. He walked me to the subway, gave me a goodnight kiss, and told me to text him when I got home. (He is actually a gentleman- pays for dinner, opens doors, requests some sort of confirmation that you didn't fall asleep and die post-date.)

Then Sunday he said we should grab something at Whole Foods and go to Central Park, so we did that. AMAZING people watching when the weather is nice. There is some sort of roller skate- dance party down there that we fully appreciated. Hard to say if my favorite was the guy dressed as a genie, balancing 3 water bottles on his head while slow motion roller skating or Ricky Super Star- who was rocking his obviously custom printed track suit that said "Ricky Super Star- Central Park". He was spinning a basketball on the end of a flag on a stick while roller skating. This is clearly a swoon-worthy date for all women.

Then we stopped at a grocery store, grabbed some dinner, and went back to his apartment. I was planning on staying for like 5 minutes (he was planning on eating, drinking a beer and watching football apparently) but then we got distracted and there was quite a bit of making out instead. But we're taking it slow-ish here. Kudos to him for trying though. He's funny about it.

He has this dry, sarcastic sense of humor, which is awesome. (As everyone knows, I mostly date guys who THINK they're funny and are not as cool as they think they are.) Examples: This guy, while running late for the date on Friday, sent me a text: "The train isn't running, so I'm coming on horseback." Post-date as he's walking me to the subway: "This was fun. We should do this again. How about in May? That's only 6 months next time. I like taking things REALLY slowly." While walking through the park watching the artists: "I think I would be a great artist if all people looked like stick figures and all the trees were Christmas trees." While making out on his bed back at his apartment "So we should probably stop here and eat dinner... but, just so you know, I always eat dinner in the shower. Makes dishes easier." <-- that was his smooth attempt to not take things as slowly.

Last night, after some additional amazing people watching at the baseball game, I went back to his place. Still taking it semi-slowly though! And by that I mean I didn’t sleep with him. Yet. There was some partial nudity and some substantial fooling around though.  I’m wearing the same outfit to work as yesterday, in classic Hot Mess Thursday fashion, except for a new shirt that I bought this morning at Ann Taylor (who is apparently having a “Life-Saver” sale, in which they opened at 8 am). I would say I am disguising myself as not doing the walk of shame, except that I have not showered, and I’m fairly certain that my disheveled braid is at least partially being held together by cum from last night’s dating experiences.

Pretty much my look today.

He’s not exactly the type I usually go for, but this can’t possibly be a bad thing. He’s got buzz cut hair instead of shaggy, is not some sort of artistic/ performer type, and he’s Jewish (although he says "Jewish like the Olive Garden is Italian.") Just going to see how things go, but I'm excited that I'm enjoying the romantic company of someone who isn’t just a giant douchebag. 

Also, he apparently has what I will refer to as “sleep tourettes,” which is highly amusing. He explained to me that he only shouts obscenities in his sleep when he’s fighting with someone in his dreams. Last night’s occasional “No! Fuck YOU!” was apparently directed at his older sister.

Excited to see how this goes, obviously.