Blind date last night….

Details:

Online platform: Free {legit} dating website

Stats: 22, Finance, Gramercy

Place: Mercbar (or lounge), SoHo

Drinks: 3 (discounting my glass of wine prior) vodka martinis

Post-bar: Jaunt to Wash Sq. Park (who the fuck knows why), to my apt and upstairs, changing from my date outfit into an unbecoming towel, walking him outside apt (unit, not building) in said towel, him leaving and “looking scared”, according to Jenn.

…6 hours later, waking up for work…

A fucking monsoon of mortification hits me.

me: “I can’t apologize enough for last night.  I realize I was far from attractive.  Thank you, at any rate, and I hope you’re having a good morning at work.”

…nothing, understandably so. Get on the unmentionable dating website and see he’s either deleted his account or blocked me.  Great.  On a more positive note, rich Jew boy, who I joined dating website for, has emailed me somewhat flirtatiously.  Hook up? Doubtful… plus been there and doooone that.  At this point, should I chalk up a point of success, embarrassment, or failure at getting someone to ditch the cyber blind-date world after going out with me?

Fuck vodka.  

And on an unrelated note, mosquitos too, as one has now bit me 5 times in the last 8 minutes.