the state in which one’s dating life is no longer new or exciting and continues in its existing state of extreme banality, unless that state is changed by an external force.
In this case, my external force has a name; three names, actually: Amy, Janis and Lisa—all professional matchmakers.
Created by husband and wife, Lety and Jose Colin, You And Me Are Pure states its intent as a tool for singles who value purity when searching for a relationship, but there’s a strict “virgins only” policy.
Out steps a fellow at least 20 years my senior, with what might charitably be described as “not quite a full head of hair.” He presents me with two CDs (Kings of Leon and some other group) still in their Virgin Megastore bag, and announces that we’d be going to Bagatelle. Fleeing to the ladies’ room, I hysterically Twitter “Oh my GOD. The atmosphere and meal are pitch-perfect, and he turns out to be energetic, funny, intelligent and interesting—and one of the least skeezy men I’ve met in New York. And he is.] He will be back on Monday and will call you. He has one of the most fantastic attitudes of any guy I’ve met in New York. “He thought that you two had the exact same energy and good chemistry,” she e-mails.
I had judged him on his age and his appearance, and I was ashamed of myself. 4- Steve is tall, dark and handsome, 40, in banking. “I’m from the Midwest,” he tells me, which explains it. “But,” she cautions, “he wasn’t sure if you were serious about finding love.” Oh no! I immediately text him and reassure him that once I’m back from Vegas, D. Nine men, 15 dates and approximately 57 text messages later, my conclusion is unambiguous: Matchmakers are the best thing to happen to my dating life since I hit puberty.
We kinda hit it off, so I think I am going to focus on this. “There was the impression that you didn’t have time for dating,” she explains via e-mail. I thought that my insane schedule made me more desirable. The place is basically a bumping discotheque, with all the charm of Marquee. All are great in their own way, but the most memorable is Dr.
Janis Spindel is the undisputed grande dame of New York yentas, with an astronomical, almost unbelievable, success rate—more than 800 marriages! My hope fizzles when my date rolls up (in a town car that he had hired for the occasion). Why not just go to Cipriani’s for models and bottles? ” When I emerge, my date stood there smiling with two glasses of red and an admission that Bagatelle was indeed an awful choice, so would I mind if we moved to Aquagrill? Aquagrill is arguably one of the best restaurants in the city for first dates. boy for you, but that will probably happen after next week. James, who wins major points by suggesting a first-date itinerary that includes a live piano concert, then an Italian salmon-and-pasta dinner, followed by salsa dancing.
In fact, some people prefer their muffins completely unbuttered. Popkins picks off some low-hanging fruit in her dissection of the site and its fetishization of cherry pie. Furthermore, Popkins takes umbrage with their mention of a virginity auction, though for the wrong reason.