I figured I write to you all about something different. Not dating, not men, not all of the disappointments I’ve suffered since my last post.

I’m sitting at a fabulous relatively new restaurant called Cecchi’s in Greenwich Village, the former Hells Bells and then Cafe Loup (which I knew personally). The bartender Ryan is not only pleasing to the eye but charming as hell. We’re chatting about the history of the place as I order Grey Goose and club soda, no fruit. The woman and her date sitting next to me are entertainment enough for a week. Ryan amuses them the best he can as he slings drinks to the wanna be trendy patrons. Martinis, Bourbons and Beers are all around me. Mindless chatter, meaningful chatter, reunions, weekly dinner meetings, you name it are going on all around me. The city is alive, it’s the Holiday Season and NYC is at its best.

I catch the eye of a handsome man across the bar. I’m now curious.

I finish a lovely shrimp cocktail and decide to observe further. The woman next to me becomes more and more intoxicated and obnoxious by the minute. Noise, energy, people pulsing the mood of this place. I want the handsome stranger across the bar to make a move, but we know how that goes. Men = Mystery so we’ll see right? I’m writing this in real time so I can’t help but go back to the woman next to me who will surely be escorted out by her date momentarily. He’s mortified. Ha! The restaurant continues to fill with excited people of what the night may bring. A women with a warm fuzzy faux fur white coat sits next to me now. Drinking dirty vodka martinis and observing the room herself. I compliment her coat, she says thank you politely but a little dismissively. Glued to her cell phone of course as what humans actually interact with each other these days in these settings?

She asks Ryan the bartender “is it like this all the time now?” He replies “it was like this from the start”. New Yorkers are always hungry for a new spot and when it has history it’s a winner, winner chicken dinner.

Turns out our handsome stranger across the bar is gay of course. Ryan advised. A handsome date joined him at the bar. Oh well lucky date.

I hear a mezcal Negroni being ordered by the lovely lady in the white faux fur coat (Suzanna) and I’m inspired. Ryan makes me another grey goose and club no fruit.

Then….my date arrives….

Yes I actually have a date, met him the night before at Scarpetta. I now sit next to him at the bar here at Cecchi’s. Thankfully he’s lovely and everything I remember. Has the same name as my nephew which gives him a gateway to my heart and is handsome, well mannered and funny to boot. To be continued…

Well hello!  Yes, I know it’s been quite some time since I’ve shared.  Needless to say 2020 hasn’t been very motivating for many reasons, but today a little birdie told me I should blog again.

Its quite the shit show out there, and brining myself to get out there and go on dates again was scary to say the least.  How do you do it?  How do you know that someone you start talking to on one of the beloved swiping apps is healthy?  And when I say healthy, it now means, not carrying a deadly disease that can be highly contagious from just being in one another’s presence.  I mean damn, if it wasn’t hard enough before.  

I decided to start swiping again a few months ago.  I figured New York’s numbers were down and if I was very open and honest about my COVID fears with anyone I connected with I could possibly make going on a date work.  I mean what do you do?  Require people to get tested before you meet?  Take their temperature upon arrival?  I was actually 100% prepared to do that.  Then you have to think about what you will actually do on the date.  The days of meeting at bars for a drink are gone and who knows when they’ll be back.  Do you go on a socially distanced stroll?  Sit 6 feet apart on a bench?  This all sounded horrible to me, but this is what people are doing.  I always try to stay open to new things so here we go…..right?  

Though I had been swiping, I just wasn’t connecting with anyone that kept up conversation for very long.  People wanted immediate meet ups or nothing at all, which I thought was nuts at a time like this.  The couple of dates that I decided to go on happened to be with someone that I had dated very briefly a couple of years ago.  He reached out to me on Facebook with a random friend request which should have been telling from the get go.  I mean buddy, you have my number, but you’re trying to get my attention with a Facebook friend request?  Ok I’ll give you a little history here.  We’ll call him Preston.  Preston and I met a couple of years ago on Bumble and saw each other for maybe 3 months.  Preston is a restaurant owner, and owns places here in New York and all over the globe, so yeah, he’s a busy guy.  Divorced a long time now and has one teenage daughter.  We only got together when it was convenient for him, only on weeknights mostly, and usually the same nights of the week.  We very rarely went anywhere except his restaurant, but at the same time, he was always whispering sweet nothings in my ear to keep me around, which I of course fell for.  The ultimate cause of us parting ways was that he “couldn’t give me what I wanted at that time”.  Ok cool.  I get it, you’re busy with your restaurants, and when you’re not busy with that, you’re busy with your daughter.  Eh maybe you shouldn’t have lead me on to believe other wise and then rip the rug out from underneath me out of nowhere, but I’m sure you really are a great guy.  Now we’ll come back to 2020 and Preston’s Facebook friend request.  I pondered over this “creative” way of feeling out the waters of making contact with me.  Now you have to remember, it’s July 2020.  I’ve had no human contact with anyone except my family at this point.  Working from home, and feeling isolated, lonely and at times quite depressed.  Times are rough.  Therefore in my fragile, bored and lonely state, yes, I used poor judgement.  Shocker right?!?!  I went ahead and txt Preston.

Danielle:  “Hey there.  What’s up with the Facebook friend request?”

Preston:  Texts me back within minutes. “Who’s this?”  “Just kidding!  Hi how are you”

Danielle:  “Doing as good as can be expected in this mess we’re in, you?”

Preston:  Better now that I have been able to open the restaurant.  It’s been awful.  Not sure if my business was going to survive this”

Danielle:  “Glad to hear that you were able to reopen.  So about that friend request, why didn’t you just txt me?

Preston:  “Well I saw you come in my people you should connect with and was really happy that it was you.  I’ve been thinking about you.”

Danielle:  “Ah ok, well here I am…”

Preston:  “Would you feel comfortable getting together for dinner?  I had COVID a couple of months ago so I have the antibodies, would be great to catch up.”

Danielle:  Here I go folks making a poorly judged call in a moment of weakness.  “Sure that would be nice.”

Preston:  “How about tomorrow night?”

Danielle:  “Sounds good.”

Preston:  “Great, let’s say 8, I’ll txt you tomorrow.”

I meet Preston at a restaurant with outdoor dining the next evening.  I was a little nervous, to see him again and to be out with anyone besides family, even though I knew he was technically safe to be around.  What I should have remembered is that Preston is hazardous to my health.  It started all over again.  He’d contact me once a week like clockwork on Tuesdays and invite me to have dinner with him at the restaurant.  We never went anywhere else.  He’d also be working when we were there, so he wouldn’t be able to give me quality time until quite late when the restaurant was getting ready to shut down for the night.  I tried to play it cool, never asked anything from him because I told myself, be happy for the company at a time like this right?  I’d ask him if he was free on weekends to get together and do something outside of his restaurant, but he would always tell me that he was heading out of town to be with family and then sometimes see his daughter.  I never really knew if it was true or not but went with it.  Just kept telling myself, I’m getting out of the apt, I get to get dressed up, put on makeup and feel human again.  That didn’t really work for me much past August, so when one of his Tuesday txts came in “Hey”, I said “Hey, how are you?”.  The reply I got was “I’m doing ok”.  That was it, no asking me how I was, so I just didn’t say anything else.  A whole week went by with no contact and then the next week, but on a Monday this time, scandalous!  “No love for me?” he says.  I sent no reply.  No Preston, no love for you my dear.  I have more love for myself than to be miss Tuesday night at your restaurant.  

It may have taken me two times to learn the lesson, and in the time of COVID non the less.  PEOPLE DON’T CHANGE.

Though I am happy that I got out and came back to life on those Tuesday nights.  Now on to the real deal (fingers crossed!)

I’d like to give the men out there a little online dating profile advice. Read carefully, because God knows you sure aren’t putting much thought into the composition/representation of yourselves on the numerous sites out there.

 

There can be things in an online profile that make me click delete before even opening your email. Please see below.

 

Profile Pictures-

• Your profile pic is of you in sunglasses.
• Your profile pic is from so far away I can barely see you.
• Your profile pic is of you with your dog.
• Your profile pic is of your dog.
• Your profile pic is of your shirtless torso (no head).
• Your profile pic is of your kids.
• Your profile pic is of you with a chick. (I don’t care if it’s your sister)
• Your profile is of you working out at the gym.
• Your profile pic is of a landscape.

 

 

Profile Do’s and Don’ts-

 

Do’s:

• Do put up accurate and recent pictures.
• Be accurate in the description of where you live.
• Be accurate in the description of your job.
• Be honest.
• Disclose what you are looking for. (Dating, hooking up, looking for a relationship), and be HONEST about it.
• Get through the interview process emails as quickly as possible and then ask to chat on the phone.
• After chatting on the phone and all goes well with that. Ask us out on a date. (no dilly dallying).

 

 

Don’t’s:

• Don’t lie about your age and then put in your profile that you made a mistake when entering it and the site wouldn’t let you change it. (We all know that’s bullshit).
• Don’t put (profession, business, a job, employed, superman, ask and I’ll tell you, entrepreneur) under occupation. We know that means you have a crap job or no job at all.
• Don’t post pictures from 10 years ago (duh, we can tell).
• Don’t write a novel under “a little bit about myself”, we just needs the basics. The truth will come out if we ever meet in person anyway.
• Don’t’ initiate contact with “Hi”. We need a little more substance then that.
• If you email me once and I don’t get back to you, don’t continue to email me like a stalker. (Thank goodness for the block this user feature).
• Don’t’ drag email back and forth for over a week. We don’t need a pen pal.

 

Example of a DON’T for a profile picture:

 

Now I don’t think these things are too difficult to abide by, but for many people they prove to be almost impossible.

 

Just a little word to the wise out there in the glorious world of online dating that we all love so dearly. Now please, read it and have your friends read it. It could very well save the craft of dating all together!

 

Keeping it short and sweet and as always….keeping it real.

 

More to come!

 

 

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In the words of the Notorious BIG, “I’ve Got a Story To Tell”.

 

Boy oh boy has it been an interesting couple of months folks.

 

Have you ever had a moment when you’re presented with something very pretty and shiny and new, but you know that you’re too old to play with toys anymore? You know you should put the toy back on the shelf and walk away, but that new plastic smell just draws you in. Its moments like that where you know it’s doomed from the start but you except the invitation to play anyway because we are all kids at heart, and we all have moments where our brains say what the heck, go for it, have some fun, you never know.

 

I had my moment with that shiny toy, and I didn’t put him back on the shelf and walk away.

 

I decided to get out of the city for a weekend and go see a close girlfriend of mine in Connecticut. We had a great night planned with dinner and drinks in her neighborhood and I was really looking forward to it. I arrived at her place and we had some quality girl time that included wine time of course, where a suitor of hers had asked if he and his friend could meet us for a drink after we were finished with dinner. She accepted and I just prayed that his friend wasn’t going to be a complete doozy. We had a lovely dinner and were on our way to a bar up the street where these two men greeted us. Not only was his friend not a doozy, he was a brand new shiny youngin action figure that wasn’t going back on the shelf whether I liked it or not. We’ll call him Jeff. Jeff was 11 years younger then I. Red flag number 1. He was a smart young lawyer, good looking, great energy and funny as hell. There was an instant connection. The conversation between us was fantastic and he made laugh like I hadn’t laughed in a very long time. We had a great night and when we parted ways he was actually the real deal. Contacted me right away and made plans to see me the next day.   We watched football together and spent the entire day together until I had to head back to the city. We saw each other the following week and continued to see each other regularly from that point on. I felt comfortable with him and that was there from the beginning. I could be me.

 

One day Jeff told me that he wasn’t happy at his current job in the Conn courts and had quit. He quit without having another job lined up. Red Flag number 2. He was interviewing a bit and I was trying to help with any connections that I had along with friend’s contacts. Weeks were going by with nothing. I was starting to feel very uneasy about this to say the least. I don’t mean to be petty, but come on, you have to have a job! Being laid off is one thing. But quitting just because you don’t like it is another. I remained supportive and swallowed my opinions about it for the time being.

 

We came upon a weekend that Jeff and I were going to a Giants game with my girlfriend and his best friend that introduced us. They had been seeing each other as well. I was so excited. I had never been to a NFL game before and couldn’t wait to get there. Jeff’s cousin and her boyfriend joined us as well, so we were three couples. As soon as the cousin arrived Jeff was someone else. Not attentive to me in the least, drinking too much and acting like……well, acting like his age. In the car on our way to the game I got to chat with his cousin. When I asked her where she lived she said with her parents in conn. When Jeff and I first met he told me that he lived with a couple of his cousins. I thought this was a roommate situation. As I was sitting next to his young female cousin I looked at him and said “Jeff is this the cousin that you live with?”, he answered “yup”. So he was living with his cousin and her parents, his Aunt and Uncle. Red flag number 3. As the day went on at the game he would disappear from our seats for almost an hour with no word to me and when he returned it was like I wasn’t even there. What I realized that day was that Jeff and I were just in two different places in our lives and that I had been overlooking it because we had a lot of fun together and he was the sweetest anyone had been to me in a long time. The reality is, sometimes age isn’t just a number. Red flags 1-3 were officially too much for me. After that Sunday, I decided to return my shiny toy. I declined the store credit. I now know I can’t shop in toy stores anymore.

 

Almost two months had passed when I was seeing Jeff and I hadn’t been seeing anyone else. I had taken all of the dating apps off of my phone and it felt great to not have to deal with that world. But when a relationship ends what else am I going to do? Back on the apps, how exciting!

 

I will share one of my first date experiences with you that was a perfect welcome back serenade.

 

It’s Thanksgiving Eve. I had connected with a Dr. on Happn the day prior and he asked me to meet for a drink. I had dinner plans and he did as well so we decided to play it by ear and meet afterwards if it wasn’t too late. I was at one of my local spots and we ended up finishing at the same time. I told him where I was and to meet me there. I’m sitting at the bar waiting for him and I have people on both sides of me as the place was full. I see someone that looked like him come in and look right at me and then walk right out. I then get a txt from him that says “I was just there and didn’t see anyone sitting alone so I left”. I txt him back.

 

Danielle: I’m here at the bar and it’s full, so there are people next to me. Come on back”.

 

(We’ll call him Donald.)

 

Donald: You’re with a guy.

 

(I was sitting next to a local that I know from my neighborhood and we were talking while I waited).

 

Danielle: I know him from the neighborhood. I am not with him. You’re being silly.

 

Donald: I think we should meet when you’re not with someone else. Not cool Danielle.

 

Danielle: Are you being serious?

 

Donald: I mean the first night we are supposed to meet and you’re with another guy?

 

Danielle: This is insane. Do you seriously think I would have you meet me somewhere when I’m with someone else? It’s a crowded bar. This one goes down in the books. Take care and Happy Thanksgiving.

 

 

The crazies just find me. I swear they do. It’s great to be back…..I’m sure I’ll have many more stories to come!

 

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This one is going to be short and sweet, and it’s going to include a word to the wise……

Last week I went on another glorious match.com date. I really don’t know why I continue to waste my time and money on that site, but here we go. This was the guy who canceled on me for a Saturday night date an hour an a half before we were supposed to meet the weekend prior, and then pleaded to reschedule to justify that he really was sick and not just another jerk that cancels last minute because he doesn’t feel like going on the date anymore.

We’ll call him Calvin

Age: 42

Single, never been married

No children

Lives on the UWS

Good Job

Good Looking

We meet at a lovely rooftop bar near my office and it was another situation where I was pleasantly surprised that he actually looked like his pictures and seemed quite nice. We met at 6:30pm, and were sitting at a great little cocktail table where we were having great conversation over drinks. By the time we were about to order the third round which was almost 2 hours in, he looked at me for my approval to get another round, and at that moment I said to him…

Danielle: Sure I’ll have another one if you would like one, or we can call it a night as well, you know I like to give the option of an out if you’re not enjoying yourself. (in a little of a jokingly way)

Now note that I said this on purpose because I refused to be on another date that takes three hours of my time to number 1: not feed me and number 2: never contact me again. So I 100% gave this guy an out if he wanted one.

Calvin: Oh no I’m having a really good time, let’s get another one.

Danielle: Ok sounds great, let’s do that.

We order another round of drinks and continue to have a very nice conversation. I then ask him if he’s eaten and he says…

Calvin: Oh yeah, I’ve kept you here for a few hours I should feed you shouldn’t I?

Well look at that, he actually said something that made sense! I was liking this guy.

We ordered a couple of appetizers and it seemed to be going quite well. We even discussed getting together another time, that following Sunday to be exact. We wrapped things up and he walked me to a cab. We said our good night, little peck on the lips and I was off. I txt him to thank him for a lovely evening and that it was very nice to have met him and he replied that he had a great time and sweet dreams. Now you would think, a three hour date, where he fed you and replied with a nice txt back on top of making plans to meet again was a good date right? You would think that you’re going to hear from that guy again. Well boy oh boy was he another one that fooled me.

I was away with friends for the Labor Day Weekend Holiday and knew that I was going to be coming back to New York late Sunday night, so I sent Calvin a txt to say hi and see how his weekend was going earlier that day, as I had not heard from him. I was hoping to get a reply and then discuss getting together again. This guy never txt me back at all! Not even with some lame lie as an excuse for why he couldn’t make plans, nothing at all. He radio silenced me. This is something that I absolutely cannot stand. You are a 42 year old man, and you don’t even have the manners or decency to get back to a woman that you took on a three hour date? I even gave him an out, so if he wasn’t having a good time he could have gone on his merry way and not wasted anymore of my time. What a douche bag.

Here I am almost a week after this date with Calvin, and I meet a friend for dinner and drinks in a local spot that I frequent. I tell her the story of this last jerk that I went out with and that I still hadn’t heard back from him. She looks at me in disgust and says “ you should call him out, send him a txt and put him on the spot”. At first I was thinking eh, what’s the point, he’ll just continue to be a coward and I still won’t hear back from him. Then as we discussed it further, and another glass of wine in, I figured what the heck, I have absolutely nothing to loose. I sent him the following txt…

“Hi Calvin…I’m sorry but did I read you wrong? I thought that after the date that we had I would have at least gotten a reply from you, whether it was a positive or negative one”.

I sitting there thinking there is no way that this douche bag is going to reply. Low and behold about 10 minutes later in comes a txt from him.

“Hi D…I really did enjoy meeting you, and I think you’re a great girl. I now I realize that I should have gotten back to you and I sincerely apologize.”

Seriously?!?!? F you and the horse you rode in on buddy. That was a I’ll txt you back so that I don’t feel like the asshole that I am txt.

So after that experience, I have created the Douche Bag Club and Calvin is the honorary first member to get in. Believe me, there are many that belong in the club, but because I just started it he gets to be the first member.

Word to the wise fellas….don’t be a douche bag. You don’t want to be in the Douche Bag Club.

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Ahhhhhh…all of the potential men of my dreams that have fallen between the cracks. Fallen into the background, the Sea of Forgotten Matches…..

Let’s talk about Hinge. Hinge as I’ve told you before is an app through Facebook. The app tries to match you through mutual friends or connections that you may have on Facebook. It’s definitely through 3^rd party connections because I have asked and been asked on hinge dates who we had in common and neither of us knew the person mentioned. You are sent a bunch of “matches” daily that you like or don’t like and then if its mutual, shazam! You’re matched.   It’s very similar to Tinder but is supposed to be a little more sophisticated, and give you the reassurance that you may know people in common. When in reality, it’s more like you match and then fall into the abyss.  All of these men take the time to open the app, go through their matches and click yes on you to never take the next step and contact you. Why bother matching if you’re never going to contact someone?  Then there are the ones that I wait a couple of days for some contact and I get nothing, so I figure what the heck, I’ll send them a hello.  Then….still nothing.  It just rubs me the wrong way ya know?  Here’s the thing about these apps, like I’ve said before a million times…. it’s so easy to hide.  To pretend that you’re looking for at someone when you’re really not.

After my little break from all of this I am so intrigued that nothing has changed. But then again I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. So now what’s happened to me is that I just don’t really take any of it seriously anymore. It’s becoming amusement when I’m bored.

As for this past week, I went on a second date. It’s always amazing how different someone can look to you, both physically and mentally after only the first date. I really have yet to be on more than one date with someone that number one knows how to dress, and number 2 takes care of themselves. Now listen, some of you may not agree with me, but I think that it’s much easier for men to get away with dressing poorly and covering up that fact that they just don’t’ give a sh^t about their appearance. Brush you hair. Pick out a nice shirt. Maybe pick out shoes that go with what you’re wearing. It’s really not that complicated. Pick up a GQ every now and then and see what works for men in general. I think this guy had a stain on his shirt from lunch for crying out loud. Huge bags under his eyes and that weird stubble, that’s not a beard and not trying to be a beard. Just lazy crap on your face. How about, I don’t brush my hair, shave my legs or my armpits and show up for a date in a skirt and a sleeveless top? I would be considered disgusting. Right? But it’s ok for him. After giving it a little more thought when I got home. No, it’s not ok. The next time that someone shows up and they aren’t dressed appropriately for a date I’m gonna do what trendy holster wallet dude did. I’m gonna leave. And please keep in mind that I’m referring to a first date or second date. Maybe even a third, where things are still a bit formal. We’re not meeting to go hang in the park on a bench in our shorts and sneakers. Cuz I’m cool with that too, but when that’s the PLAN!

Then I had a match date planned for this Saturday night and the guy called me an hour and a half before we were supposed to meet and canceled because he thought he had food poisoning. Ok I understand. Things happen. He seemed sincere and has already been in touch asking to reschedule, so we’ll see about that one. It’s hard to be ok with things like that sometimes. Probably because they person canceling usually isn’t being sincere and is full of sh^t. The true gem of the week is that Kyle, the guy that I wrote about in my very first post, who asked me for money after our disaster of a date asked to connect with me on LinkedIn!!!   Priceless.

So long story short I’ve been encountering men that are simply going to fall into the Sea of Forgotten Matches. The list is long folks and getting longer. Stay tuned.

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Don’t you just love those nights when you get home from a first date at 9:30 on a Tuesday absolutely starving? I know I do.

You meet at 7:30pm, he’s cute, you’re pleasantly surprised, it seems as if he is too, and then he proceeds to talk his face off about what amounts to bullshit for a full two hours (at the time you think things are going great). Two large glasses of wine and hours later, you’re having a nice enough time, you’re a tiny bit buzzed, AND FUCKING STARVING, and that’s when this guy is asking for the check! Really? If you want the pleasure of my company and time for two hours then you can at least ask me if I’m hungry! Cuz guess what, at 9:30 at night when I came straight from work I AM!

This one….we’ll call him Elvis.

Match.com

43

Divorced

Two daughters (these ones were little)

Super Good Looking

I show up at a little wine bar in my neighborhood, which happened to be his as well, always a plus. I’m so pleasantly surprised with how incredibly good looking this guy was because it could have gone either way from his pictures. He was in a suit (thank God). No holster wallet in sight. He orders us a couple glasses of wine and the conversation starts. He’s all about me for quite a while. It looked like he wanted to get as much info as possible before we got to him. Well at least that’s what I thought until we actually got to him. Turns out he’s been divorced about a year and just moved back into the city after trying out the burbs with the ex and the kids. He was so happy to be back and seemed like a happy person overall. That was until he really got into the details, which he felt comfortable getting into right away. Unreal, I dated someone for three months and couldn’t get a minor detail unless he was three sheets to the wind, and this guy on a first date was telling me that it would be ideal if his ex wife would just marry some filthy rich old dude. So that became the focus of the conversation along with some talk of TV shows that we were both into. Believe me I really would have liked to stay with the television shows to be honest. While I appreciate your openness about your past I don’t need to hear all of it on the first date. Especially when I’m famished and we could be discussing the menu instead. Anything would have been better than knowing that the ex lives 5 blocks away and doesn’t work for a living. You can imagine how I felt when I looked at the time and saw that two hours had passed after listening to this, and now he’s asking for the bill. Hey at least he asked for the bill with the intention of paying it and followed through. So that was Elvis, the flavor of this week.

I also had to block someone from match this week. That was fun. He had up on his profile New York, New York under location. Silly me to think that, that actually meant New York City. I tend to forget that almost everyone on these sites lies about something, and it’s usually location or age.   This guy told me that he works in the city and lives in Bay Ridge Brooklyn. News flash! That’s not New York, New York. That’s Brooklyn, New York, and after Road Rage Rob I’m sorry to say that I’m not venturing out to the burbs again. While Bay Ridge is quite lovely, it’s just not for me, and having known that I wouldn’t have wasted either of our time with a response to his initial contact.  When I told him that I preferred not to date someone that far away from me he started sending very rude emails every hour, completely going off on me. Apparently I was a snob bitch that didn’t know what I was missing. Thanks buddy I’m ok with that. Everyone has the right to preferences and if I’m a Manhattan snob so be it. That’s where I live and I didn’t LIE about it!

I also took a risk and went out on a Friday Night first date. Those only happen when I have absolutely nothing else going on and I have a strangely good feeling about someone.

It was a great date in every way. Tons of fun, and I left the night feeling excited about seeing this person again. He txt me a bit the next day to share that he was hung over and asked if I was, which I wasn’t thankfully. The blessings of an Eastern European tolerance. This was followed by no plans for a second date. So long story short I still await a MAN. A man who doesn’t dilly dally and follows through with the next step. I’m done counting the days to see how long it will take for him to ask to see me. Gotta just keep pluggin away folks. He’s out there, we just haven’t found each other yet…….right?

More Drama To Come! You’re comments are welcome! I love to hear them!

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Ah yes my friends….I disappeared for a little while, I know.  I was whisked away into what I thought may have been a relationship.  Nearly 3 months I dedicated to yet another man that was in no way shape or form ready to be in one.

Met on EHarmony

46 yrs old

Divorced 7 yrs

2 children at the ages of 16 and 13 who sometimes live with him (every other weekend)

If you look at these factors, and what was stated in his profile you would think that this is someone that’s looking and ready for a relationship.

Well…boy oh boy did he fool me!   Things started out very nice between Ralph and I (we’ll call this one Ralph). We met on EHarmony, spoke on the phone after texting and shortly after went on our first date. We had an instant connection and the chemistry was great. He seemed to have his shit together as far as his career and family life, and appeared to be an overall happy and uncomplicated guy. We had a lot of fun together and I think that led to me subconsciously over looking things that I shouldn’t have.

He was cheap

Only wanted to hang out in his apartment

Was obnoxious at times

Selfish

On the rare occasions that we went out to dinner he was always very rude to servers and it was quite mortifying to me. We would go into a restaurant and he would right off the bat say to the server.

“What’s your name? I’m Ralph, this is Danielle and if it’s ok with you we’re going to dine tonight. I have a very specific way that I need things to go. I like to order a bunch of things on the menu for us to share and I need them to come out in the order and at the exact time that I ask for them to come out…..now does this work for you?”.

Pretty embarrassing if you ask me, especially because he always spoke with a very entitled tone. That was definitely something that I overlooked. As the months went by we were spending a lot of time together and it seemed that he was giving almost all of his free time to me, which meant a lot to me. But this was blinding because he never wanted to leave his apartment. He lives in a penthouse apartment with a lovely view that he thought was the best thing since sliced bread. Listen buddy, number one I’ve seen better apartments and number two you live in Manhattan! It just happens to be once of the most amazing cities in the world with a million amazing things to do and all you want to do is sit on your tiny terrace and look at the same freaking view every day and night. And look, I love a nice night at home with a home cooked meal and a good view, but I also love to get out and enjoy the things that this city has to offer.

We also had very separate lives. There was no spending an entire weekend together. We never went for a walk or went to a museum, or even went food shopping together. It was meet me at my place at 7, he’d make dinner there and we’d look at the view and he would run his mouth about how fantastic it was. I would mention that I would like to do those things and it just never happened. I stayed in this predicament because I thought that perhaps he was just taking his time with things because he has children and I needed to adapt to his pace. Definitely not. Long story short it came to one night when he actually took me out. He had a little too much to drink and starting spewing ridiculous things about how being out just doesn’t compare to being in his apartment and his own cooked food blah blah blah. It led to a bit of an argument and I finally started to see him in his true light and this was simply going nowhere. I stopped seeing him. But I’m back, and back on the lovely dating scene of the great Big Apple.
This time I decided to go back on Match.com. I haven’t used match for well over 5 years. I had been on the site not even 24 hours and I already had a psycho cyber stalker that thought he was in love with me.  Boy oh boy did I miss that shit! I’ve also decided to up my age limit now and give in to the fact that there is no point in wasting my time with children anymore.  While young men can be pretty to look at, they rarely have the maturity to back it up.  Age range…….ugh…….pain in my heart……..38-49……..wow, well I did it and wasn’t too bad actually.  The emails are actually being followed up with date proposals within two emails………huh?  Do my eyes deceive me?

Now we get to the good stuff.

Match date #1:

We’ll call him Karl.

44 yrs old

Lives in Williamsburg

Occupation: Finance

Karl and I emailed, then texted, and then spoke within two days of initial contact. We had great conversation and I was really looking forward to meeting him. I was a little taken back by the fact that he txt me one day that he had taken his profile down because he was only interested in me. At first I thought he was joking and trying to be funny, but when I went online to see for myself he had actually done it. At that point I figured meet the guy anyway, you never know.

I was out on a Thursday night catching up with a friend over dinner in the west village and Karl was contacting me the entire time. I figured have him meet me for a drink when I was done with dinner. He agrees to meet me. My friend and I say goodbye and I patiently wait for Karl to show up.

In walks Karl. He wore a white button down shirt and jeans with very strange patch type things all over them, a backpack, and a salmon colored cashmere sweater wrapped around his neck. It’s August mind you. He resembled his pictures a bit but they definitely weren’t what he looked like in the flesh. He sits down after we greet each other and seemed very nervous and a bit flustered.   He’s trying to make conversation by talking about the neighborhood and places that he remembered. At the same time he’s anxiously looking for the waitress to order a drink. He still has the backpack and sweater on. I say to him….

Danielle: (In a jokingly way) Why don’t you make yourself comfortable? Take the backpack and the sweater off….you do know it’s August right?

Karl: This isn’t a backpack.

Danielle: Oh I’m sorry, it isn’t? What is it? (I only could see two leather straps on either side of his chest, so I thought it was a backpack)

Karl: It’s a trendy holster wallet. I don’t like to keep things in my pocket.

(yes, he said trendy holster wallet verbatim)

I don’t know how I didn’t completely loose my shit right at that moment and die laughing but I managed to keep it together.

Danielle: Wow I’ve never seen one of those before.

Karl: Are you making fun of me?

Danielle: No

Karl: You are commenting on my sweater and my holster wallet and you’re making me feel very uncomfortable. I think you’re making fun of me.

Danielle: Karl…I was just being funny. I’m not making fun of you.

Karl: Well I think that you are and I feel very uncomfortable. I’m going to leave.

Danielle: Are you serious?

Karl got up and left!

It was the talk of the small brasserie that I was in for the rest of the night. At least three people that were sitting close by came up to me afterwards and asked what happened and said “what was he wearing?”. Hahahahahahaha! Poor Karl.

So I’m back and badder then ever folks! The drama never ends! More to come I’m sure!

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