NYC

I have dated every unsuitable man in New York City.

No really, the sexual predators, the really pretty of questionable sexuality,the not available but pretending they are, the ones who want a one night stand, the co-workers, the managers, the denizens of the hospitality industry. Models, washed up comedy workers (I really liked that one), men who just do not call (see later category), men with money who spend all their time making it, the awkward, the bizarre, the sub-human, the Mediterranean lady killers with accents they have learned to use. (Did you know they can speak perfectly decent English until an attractive woman walks into hearing range?)

I hate first dates. The awaiting the proposition. (Well, there it is, cross another one off the lost.)The OMG will I even recognize him from his picture?I have no memory for faces. I swear every gay, oops, guy that has nothing to do with the date I just got back from, has recognized me thank heaven because I just sort of wander about. I wouldn't recognize my date from Adam. One time I am going to walk up to a total stranger. Maybe he will be a better date... The awkward good-bye. (OMG. DOES HE EXPECT ME TO KISS HIM? WILL HE GO FOR IT? THE CHEEK, THE MOUTH, THE HUG, THE TONGUE,I'M REALLY GONNA BREAK UNDER THE PRESSURE!)

I am not sure how much longer I can be on this website and continue to date strangers who turn out to be of one of the former categories. All the attractive ones will just text you at Midnight one night. Or even better, you will get put on a mass text messaging list. There was this one European, and we never even met up but he had my number because I was young and innocent and every Friday night I would get a text message on the variation of "what is up this weekend babe?" and I knew that I was not even close to the only girl who got that text message every week. Slick. I mean they really know how to make a girl feel like the only girl in the world besides the ten other hookups he met on this website.

I mean, when I got home from my date this evening I texted my roommate :"I lived!" hazzah! What an accomplishment! When dates go well I live!