I feel that my blind dating has exponentially increased over the past month, or maybe even two.  Not sure if it’s due to the weather prompting me to be out more, as opposed to the Winter when I (embarrassingly) had several spans of time when I didn’t leave my apartment for at least 30 or so hours.  So, since it’s nearly unheard of to be asked out in “real life”, I’ve been setting up more and more Craigslist dates.  This week has been a combination of more dates with the {boring} Parisian I wrote about last week, a blind date on Tuesday, and another one tonight, plus a second one with the Tuesday guy.  That’s right, double-booking.  Empowering and dangerous.  Must make sure to eat beforehand, as the first one will for sure include drinks, and the second might as well.

As for the Parisian… I know my recount of our first date was a little harsh, but he was nice, sent me a follow up text the next day, and I decided he deserved a second shot.  (*said decision was made while I was 3 toxic martinis deep)  We met at a bar around the block, where the friendly bartender saw me and asked “you’ll have the usual?”.  Luckily, at this bar, that means a glass of pinot grigio and not a pitcher of bud light.  At any rate, we talked for the duration of two drinks, mainly about work, France, places he should go in the US, AND the glass ceiling.  Yes, I believe I brought this up and started quoting an article J had told me about, basically saying women still only make up 3% of CEOs in Fortune 500 companies, only 20% of lawyers are female, etc.  (thanks, J).  Why did I start talking about this?  No clue.  I’m sure he was entertained in some capacity though.  We left, he kissed me briefly, then sent me a text a few minutes after we went our separate ways saying “I forgot to tell you, but you looked really pretty tonight.”  It was sweet of him.  I definitely enjoyed it much more than date #1.  Last night we went to an Italian restaurant near Columbus Circle.  Conversation flowed for the most part, then we walked hand in hand back to his place, made out for a little bit, then he walked me to the train and I headed home.  He is a good kisser, I’ll say that, but I’m not that physically attracted to him, so I don’t know how much longer this will go on.  We’ll see if/what he wants to do for date #4.

Blind date on Tuesday:  Met him at a bar in E. Village, where apparently it was trivia night and I was able to demonstrate my complete lack of random knowledge.  Always impressive.  He’s 27, went to Syracuse for undergrad, going to Yale in the Fall for his MBA, and worked in Advertising for the past 4 years.  He quit his job last week and is just having fun until school, which includes exploring Europe for the duration of June.  I’m tres jealous.  We had a lot of fun talking, ended up engaging in some unclassy bar making out (I mean, we weren’t sitting at the actual bar, but still), then he walked me home and we watched Gossip Girl.  Yes, he enjoys that show… still closeted to the rest of the world about it though.  Surprisingly, we didn’t make out at all once at my apartment, though I did kiss him bye.  He text me bright and early the next day, we went back and forth a few times, then he asked me if I wanted to do something tonight.  I somewhat lied and said I had dinner plans early-ish, but could do something after.  

“Dinner Plans”: Blind date number one with Midtown East 27 year old Finance guy. Hmmm apparently a trend in the 27s.  We’ve exchanged about 8 lengthy emails over  the past 4 or 5 days, and he seems nice and interesting, so hopefully it goes well.

For now, a run and laying out in Wash Sq. Park.  Another gorgeous Spring day!