Today’s tale come from Andie, a fellow blogger who tells it like it is. For more dating escapades, join Andi as she chronicles her adventurous single life in the city on her blog DATE DIARY!
Three and a half years ago, fresh out of college and on my first day of work at my new job in, my co-worker told me I’d never have a problem getting a date in Washington, DC. Finding someone I’d want to have a second date with, however, would prove far more difficult.
I think that was likely the most accurate statement I’ve heard since I’ve been in the area.
As many first dates as I go on, there are so few I have any interest seeing again. And of those that I do, almost always the second date then leaves little room for discussion about a third.
And then, it happened: The most perfect first date.I was on a business trip to Manhattan a few weeks before Christmas when all the stars aligned for a single wonderful evening.
Having finished my meetings for the day, I tried to arrange dinner with a friend, but was left to twiddle my thumbs when she had to work late. Rather than sitting alone in the room that night (all of my TV shows had already gone on hiatus for the holidays), I decided to call someone I’d met the last time I was in town.
Brad was the funny guy at the bar when I was waiting out a rainstorm in July. We’d kept in touch, and amazingly, he had no plans for the night. He was not, though, the type of guy I had any sort of romantic interest in.
We arranged a meeting place, and from there, the whirlwind began. Drinks and a shared burrito at a little Mexican place on the Upper West Side followed by a walk in Central Park. As we watched the Zamboni machine clean the skating rink, we bemoaned the fact it was already closed, but consoled ourselves by moving onto an Irish pub.
Walking the city by night in December is truly a beautiful sight. And, as any girl who likes romantic comedies knows, it’s an unforgettable experience when done with someone of the opposite sex. Realizing neither of us was ready to head home after another Guinness, we instead walked up Fifth Avenue to see the display at Saks, and more importantly, the tree at Rockefeller Center.
And as we stood looking at the twinkling icon, he kissed me.
Good food, good conversation and a night filled with visits to the types of landmarks you find only on the big screen…what more could a girl ask for only a few days before Christmas?
And yet, perhaps the best part of the evening was that there would be no second date. Instead, it was a single evening of fun and romance, without any pressure for it to lead somewhere else.
We still text occasionally, and both know we’ll never be more than friends. But Brad will always be the guy I shared one perfect evening with.
[Photos via Recordis Photography]
Rebecca says
There is nothing like NYC in the (warmer) month of December – especially when you can see the tree late at night with the masses shoving into you. Sounds like a great night.
Viewtiful_Justin says
That's so sweet! And so strange. I don't know that I could write someone off like that after such a great evening.
This sounds lie the movies, alright, but it wouldn't end there. She'd go on to date a bunch of guys who didn't do it for her and end up coming back to him in the end.
Kris says
lovely pictures!
souljane says
this story warmed my heart.
those evenings are the ones I live for.
self-discovery and the ability to not worry about the baggage of making future dates.
hugs.
I Love You More Then... says
Aww how sweet!