Dating west coast men
Not complaining, but New York is an awfully expensive place to find out whether or not you like someone.
a.m.: Teacher and I got into a weirdly deep conversation with a fisherman (about fish) at the bar, before we kissed in her doorway at the end of the night.
I was drunk. a.m.: I climbed into bed, thought about jerking off, fell asleep in my boxers and sweater instead.
I never heard from Lit Agent again. a.m.: I woke up to a message from Bike Girl and remembered I'd messaged her around on my walk home, commenting on something she'd said three or four hours earlier.
Got in a weird joke cycle consisting mostly of references to Julia Roberts.
Not mad about it. p.m.: I swiped for two new matches.
By the time I went to sleep, I had three new matches on Tinder. Spent a second baffled people still smoke cigarettes.10 a.m.: I was nursing a hangover.
Necessary evil the same way everyone is on Facebook because everyone is on Facebook).10 p.m.: I met Teacher, a woman I first met in college seven years ago and recently reconnected with when she moved to New York, for drinks.
We went through the normal conversation rotation — updates on lives, talk of family — and visited a couple of my favorite bars.
For those wondering, this wasn't a disappointing ending to the night at all — I don't think either of us expected to have sex.
I don't really like sleeping with people I don't know well.