Drinks with a Williamsburg boy in lieu of my Sunday night tradition
Ever since Easter, Sunday evenings have consisted of half-price sushi with Jamie and N. It’s pretty much one of the highlights of my week, as the fancy rolls are delicious AND $5, plus eating on the grass in Union Square Park when it’s a nice, breezy night is so relaxing. Unfortunately, Jamie flew back home this weekend, to see some friends graduating, and N lost his wallet yesterday morning, so it killed the sushi mood and set the drinking one. He came over after work and had a 40 while I had my usual sauvignon blanc. After an hour or so, I was feeling better about my work day and him about his lost wallet… around 7 he decided to call it a night, so I decided to quickly post an ad to see if anyone would be up for drinks. I immediately got about 30 responses, and of course this is the one I chose:
“european
white
6feet
blue eyes
30
financial analyst
single” The type that always works out so well for me… since I just wanted a drink or two, I didn’t really have any expectations though. We emailed back and forth for about 15 minutes, then decided to meet an hour later. He’s a Williamsburg guy, but offered to come to the Village, so I chose a bar so close and convenient it’s almost embarrassing as to how lazy it makes me seem. I was dressed fairly casual, though not as much as him in his tshirt, but we were at a beer bar, in his defense. We had that awkward pause where I hesitantly walked up and we both sort of eyed each other for a second or two before saying hi, realizing we were each other’s blind date, and relaxing. He had grabbed a table outside and we ordered our first round. He was a GREAT conversationalist, not a moment of “what the fuck to talk about next…”. He was also pretty cute, and spoke great English (with a cute accent) even though he’s only been in America for three years. We were forced to move inside at 10:00, just as we were ready for round two. After several minutes, a group of three young college-looking guys came in and sat at the table next to us. A very drunken one of them seemed oblivious to the fact that I was on a date, turned to me, and started talking to me. Not so awkward for me, but slightly for my date. Luckily, it didn’t take long for drunken college boy to realize I wasn’t in a place to strike up conversation. At any rate, we had easy conversation for another 45 minutes or so, then grabbed the check. I offered to pay and he refuted that quickly. I thanked him, we headed outside, then he asked if I wanted him to walk me home. I said no, only because I didn’t want him knowing my apartment was 30 seconds away, so we hugged and parted ways. He text me a little later saying he had fun and that it’d be great to meet up again, then again this morning, simply saying “good morning! Hope you have a great day.”
Overall, a pretty good outcome considering I posted/met within an hour and 1/2. I’d definitely go out with him again, so we’ll see if he proposes anything in the near future.
Date #3 with my Yale boy tomorrow night, and most likely the last time I’ll see him before he leaves for Europe on Thursday. Not sure what we have planned, but I’m looking forward to seeing him.
