This date actually occurred during prior the challenge but thought it didn’t hurt to mention it. Mostly because it reminded me (again) just how small this darn city is.
It was a few days after Thanksgiving and of course it was a bit chilly, but not as chilly as this date was about to be. He was about 10 minutes late and luckily I picked one on my favorite bakeries so I proceeded to munch of my just-baked scone. Finally, he arrived. Now, this man was beautiful. In a romance novel, bad rom-con way. But unfortunately, the character who plays the villain. Or maybe I was biased. He had dark features, very tall and a nice smile. He just parked his bike outside so he seemed a bit frazzled.
We hugged, he got a coffee, and one of the worst dates commenced. Now, don’t be scared he didn’t leave me on the side of the road or in a dark bar, but he was just plain rude and needless to say, very patronizing. “Oh, you eat out a lot? You should really cook at home to save money.” “Oh you take baths? I only take showers.” It also seemed that every response I had was shot back with a rebuttal. I had to get out. But no excuse came to mind.
Luckily, I coincidentally got asked out for another date. Shrug. Why not? Just a hunch, but I don’t think rude biker would mind. My coffee was already paid for so I ruffled up my belongings and said I had to go. Date tip: you don’t have to say where you’re going or why! We hugged at his bike and no texting exchanges occurred. Except for that random Xmas text. Silly boys.
Now as luck would have it, I now see this fellow quite often out in Brooklyn. And I’m sure I’ve seen him on a date. At one point I just said hi, because we’re all in some type of challenge and it doesn’t hurt to wish an old contender good luck.