A Note on First Dates in NYC
This city is filled with literally millions of single people, so I decided to go out with one of them.
I know it’s really soon, but my therapist suggested that I go out there and “practice.”
Practice was tonight at 7pm at an Italian restaurant in Greenwich Village. We ordered wine, split a cheese plate, shared two pastas, canoodled over dessert, and sipped dessert cocktails.
I was relieved to find out that I could still carry on an okay date-worthy conversation, flirt occasionally, and pretend to offer to pay the bill — all important skills. (PS: If he wanted to split the bill, I’d like to think I’d be cool with it.)
The night ended with a stroll uptown (holding hands, natch), looking at the Empire State Building, and kissing in the back of a taxi.
Am I ready to date? Maybe not. Am I glad I’m dating? Not sure. Is dating fun? Not really. Did I rush home and put on sweatpants? Absolutely.