Mr. Vanilla Vanilla

I met a very nice guy on Match.com who seemed nice enough and had a quick and witty email banter,(isn't it sad that this becomes a bonus?) Our first date was fun, drinks on the Lower East Side although he was little quiet and nervous. I figured, why not try one more date, see what happens.

He takes me to Sweet Revenge (www.sweetrevengenyc.com), a great little cupcake spot in the West Village. They pair amazing artisan cupcakes with wine and beer. Coming from the gym and also being a girl that wants to eat, I was hoping for dinner on our second date, but cupcakes and wine it was. I begin to realize that this boy is kind of a zero. He really has little to add to the conversation, is very nervous, and not all that exciting. This thought it punctuated by his order of a vanilla vanilla cupcake. I mean really, they have the most spectacular options, and this guy, orders the most plain cake he can find.

I might not be the most exciting person in the world, but know I am definitely not vanilla vanilla. By the way, I ordered the Sweet Revenge - Peanut Butter Cake, Ganache Filling with Peanut Butter Fudge Frosting. Yum.

The guy who made me microwave fish...

So this little fish tail had such promise! The back story: Met a good catch at the break fast for Yom Kippur. Tall, handsome, good job, funny, well educated and Jewish. Not too shabby. I inquire to the mutual friend, he gets my number, calls, and a date is set for him to cook me dinner the following week (his idea). I am curious at first. Cooked dinner in his apartment for a first date? My friends ensure me that he must be a good cook to invite me over for a home cooked dinner on the first date.

Armed with a bottle of wine, I head over to his apartment. As I am knocking on his door a very cute man is walking down the hall towards me. I look back at the door and realize, this is my date. Much cuter then a remembered! Problem is, he is getting there as I am, which means I have to watch him cook for me, quite a strange feeling when I barely know him.

The wine is opened and poured (on the heavy side for me). He made a lovely tomato mozzarella salad, with toothpicks for bite size snacking. While steaming some green beans he started to season some fish. I am halfway through the bottle of wine at this point, standing in the door way of his kitchen just watching. Out come the Ziploc steamer bags from the drawer and the fish go into the bags and into the microwave. 4 minutes later - dinner.

He sheepishly tells me I am not supposed to see this part, it is his secret, I tell him I see nothing and his secret is safe. I start the second bottle of wine and continue with this date that I believe is going quite well.

After one massive hangover and one week - no phone call. He will be forever known not as "the nice Jewish boy I met break fast", but as "the man who made me microwave fish for dinner"...

And I'm back...

After a few months hiatus, where the bad dates were no longer funny and became simply depressing (or non-existent), I'm back. Part at the urging of my friends, who continue to eagerly await the stories from my dates. Mind you these eager friends are all in relationships. Partly from the muted beep on my blackberry indicating the following message in my inbox this morning.



New message from CoolTallGenius


CoolTallGenius says:

hi - I think i'd enjoy sleeping with you. Just a hunch. -Jake (read more)


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There was nothing more to read. That was it. Does "cooltallgenius" really believe this will work? Curious to respond to see if this does work for him. Something tells me no. Something also tells me Jake is neither cool tall or a genius. Thank you OK Cupid, for tipping me over the edge just enough to bring back the blog.