Can we talk about boys for a second?

I have a theory: dating in New York and dating in high school are exactly the same. 1. It’s really exciting when a boy has a car, and 2. you still have to watch out for hickeys.

(*ices neck*)

So, I did something super out of character and went to a club.

(I KNOW).

But here’s the twist: it was a Korean club, which means way, way fewer New Jersey bros, which vastly improves the club experience.

In fact, it was mainly a ton of really well-dressed, well-mannered, sophisticated as f*** gentleman. By gentlemen, I mean that NO ONE humped me from behind, but I did get lots of dancing, the aforementioned canoodling, and offers to buy drinks! (SERIOUSLY GUYS NEVER BUY ANYMORE, WHAT A TREAT). Oh, and if you decline the alcoholic ones, a gentleman will buy you water, because only plebian cads want to see you get sloppy.

(Pulp Fiction got it wrong by the way–the best thing to see when you come back from the bathroom is a cute guy in a suit holding a bottle of water he bought for you. I died and went to heaven for a second).

So let’s hear it for the boys, ladies! This one even drove me home at 5 in the morning and didn’t try to weasel his way into my house. What a great night, what a great guy–and a not so great bruise on my neck, but I’ll deal. Hi Patrick!

Now, compare that to the white dude who messaged me from OKCupid (Two notes on this: 1. Yes, I took y’alls advice and got on there, because I realized I’m never going to meet a nice single guy in a belly dance class, and 2. No, I don’t date white guys that often because I find them entitled, boring, and WAY too fond of a popped collar. Also, they all secretly like Dave Matthews. What’s up with that????)

Anyway, in this case, I decided to have an open mind and give it a chance. The guy seemed nice. We had a decent convo about performing (he’s a musician), and he suggested we meet up. It was almost harder to say no than yes. Why not?

We decided on Union Square for general location, because it’s equidistant to his uptown and my Brooklyn addresses. But funny enough, he didn’t seem to know where he wanted me to meet him. NBD, I would get there and text him, I figured, and we’d pick the place together.

But, the night before I lost my phone at the club (nooooooooooooo), so I had to email him asking for the location in advance.

“Ok, gotcha. Let’s meet in front of Whole Foods.”

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Chicka what?

I withheld judgment and instead went to my friends house to make scrambled eggs, talk about our previous night (she kissed a boy too, holla! WE NEVER DO THIS, SERIOUSLY), and get a second opinion. She was as sassy about the situation as I felt, which was encouraging. “That’s bullshit–he’s going to ask a lady to wait outside on the street for him? Get out of here with that.”

My thoughts exactly. So I politely wrote back, she peering over my shoulder with approval, “How about we meet inside somewhere?”

Gentle reader, you probably already see where this is going, but my jaw dropped.

“Oh, okay… meet me inside Whole Foods.”

INSIDE Whole Foods? Oh, okay, that makes all the difference. LOLOLOLOLOLOL.

You guys, this douche honestly thought I was going to schlep all the way into the city on a Saturday night to stand around in a grocery store waiting for him.

Shockingly, I declined. And then (not so shockingly) he insinuated that it was because I was materialistic. Oh PLEASE–I can buy my own drinks and dinner–the issue at hand is how crass and thoughtless it is to ask a first date to wait for you in a grocery store instead of somewhere comfortable and warm, such as a bar. Or hell, just anywhere with chairs, and no produce section.

I guess the moral of the story is, no more white boys. Seriously. Literally anything else will do.

Regale me: what’s the worst first date you’ve had? Or offer of a date?

This would have been my 3rd from OkC, and not even the most disastrous, next to The Guy Who Wouldn’t Talk About Anything But The Game of Thrones and Closeted Gay Guy.

Marginally related: the Korean club had poles and go-go dancers, which has now made me wonder if this could be my dream job. Just, up on a pole, surrounded by hot guys in suits. Yes. Please.

(Jokes aside, If you have ever go-goed, please email me about it or comment because I’m curious as to what it’s like).

XOXOXO and wishing you happy poling and dating!

Cathy

7 Comments

  1. lucky girl! I met a boy in a club who got me polo mints and a bottle of irn bru then walked me home so he could crash at mine… 3 and a half years later we are all blissful and babied and housed and stuff lol
    worst date I ever had was a guy who literally couldnt string a sentence together without referencing star wars/ star trek/ lord of the rings and when he finally smiled he had mossy teeth like…there was moss… type… stuff on them. it was gruesome.
    either that or the online guy that took me on a first date to a freakin house party and ignored me all night to play video games and eventually one of his mates i had been talking to all night walked me to where i could get a bus back into the city since i had no idea where i was lol
    Being Scottish the most of new jersey i ever see is on the few episodes of jersey shore ive watched, are they really that bad?
    xx

      • You have no idea. I literally nearly didn’t make it out before hurling. Ew at lesst we never kissed.
        I was surprised actually when he turned out to be a good guy lol 🙂 I was expecting typical club guy nonsense lol
        Good grief I really hoped that jersey shore just found the most fucked up idiots they could….

  2. I actually met my husband on OKCupid! He sent me a message, I replied solely because we had the same favorite books in our profile (oh, and because he was cute;), we messaged back and forth for about a day, then met up for margaritas a couple days later. Now it’s been three years, and I love him more than ever, so it’s definitely possible to find someone awesome online.

    (Then again, he didn’t want me to wait inside a Whole Foods either.)

    • HOLY SHIZNIT that is awesome! I think not having anything to do with a guy who would let you wait in a grocery store is always a good idea, as is giving one who reads books (of any kind) a chance 😀 what a sweet story…

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