Although I made an okcupid profile to reconnect with the Soho Jew, I’ve realized there are a lot of cute, eligible men on there.  At any rate, there’s a guy that I’d been messaging back and forth for almost a month, and finally, after our schedules constantly coinciding, we decided to meet up.  I had been hesitant about it all day, mainly because it was a Sunday, he wanted to meet at 9:30, and I knew I had a long week ahead of me.  To somewhat self-compromise my not wanting to go, I picked a bar around the corner from me… I had thought he lived in Midtown, but turns out he’s a Williamsburg boy.

I had debated on my original outfit, which I thought may have been too hipster, but when I showed up, he was wearing a black shirt, black skinny jeans, and chelsea boots.  I love the hipster look, so my interest was piqued just from that.  He immediately sprang up from the table where he was and asked what I wanted to drink, then headed to the bar.  Very polite.  When he came back, we started talking about our weekends.  He had spent his Saturday on a party bus out to the Hamptons with staff from Gawker.  If you’ve never checked out that sight, you should!  The awesomeness of it leaves me no doubt that at least the majority of the staff must be pretty cool people.  We talked about work, backgrounds, etc, but it didn’t feel like the typical first date interview type questions… it was great.  He was extremely interesting, almost to the point where I felt boring.  I’d definitely rather have that.

After two beers, he suggested we go to Wash Sq Park for a bit, so we walked on over and sat down on a bench.  I loved how alive the park still was at 11:30 at night… a random saxophone player (making the scene very resemblant of August Rush), couples milling about, the monument gorgeously lit up with the Empire State building peaking through it.  We just sat and talked for a long time, then started fairly innoncently making out.  At 12:00, the police began herding people out, so he asked if we could go back to my place for a little bit.  I declined, since at this point I had deemed him boyfriend material and didn’t want to ruin things by going too quickly.  He offered to walk me home, which was embarrassing since it demonstrated how close my apartment was to the bar, but we ended up laughing about it.  We said goodnight, and about 5 minutes later I had a text from him saying he’d love to see me again.  We’re supposed to go out on Thursday… for what, I’m not sure.  Maybe dinner.  Since I made him come to my neighborhood Sunday, I think I’ll venture to Williamsburg for date number two.  Did I mention he owns his apartment, which is two stories, and has a terrace filled with sunflowers?  Not that I plan on seeing it, but yeah… adding to the capital he’d already built with his personality.  All in all, this blind date made up for the multitude of bland and bad ones I’ve been on for the past few months.  A success already.