There is nothing worse then blind dates. Unfortunately, I seem to go on quite a few of them. The only thing that makes a blind date bearable is lots of vodka and a guy with confidence and personality. There wasn't enough vodka in the world to make my date tonight bearable.
Let's call him Al. A little nervous when we spoke on the phone a few nights ago. I made a joke, letting him know we can put the awkward behind us and move on with the conversation. Clearly this was a challenging task. Challenging enough that when we actually met for cocktails, even the double whiskey he ordered didn't help.
Two hours and three drinks later, I had watched this man fidgeting and eating all the sesame sticks from the bar mix, while nervously drinking his whiskey and alternating with frantic sips of water. All he talked about was how much he hates his sister and loves Brooklyn. Occasionally he would try and woo me with stories of how he creates drink recipes for fun. This was intriguing for about 5 minutes, but did not have much staying power. Which was the same for Al.
As he walked me to Union Square, I asked which way he was getting home, only to find he walked out of his way to escort me to the train. To which I responded, Really? You walked all this way for me? Well yes he replies... He looked like I had just run over his puppy dog. Clearly he thought the date was going better than I did. I thanked him for the drinks and wished him a good night.
Chivalry exists I suppose, but it's hard to notice when there is a lack of personality and confidence... And so ends another blind date in the big city!
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