Greetings!Posted: February 2, 2011
For about a year , my co-blogger, Ginger, has documented her dating experiences in New York City at Plenty o’ Fish in the City. She’s thrilled you with tales of Comic Book Boy, the Teamster, and the Corporate Lawyer (or several corporate lawyers?). She has speed-dated, internet-dated, and blind-dated. She’s been picked-up on the subway, at bars, at yoga, and at her biweekly vegan-freegan-anarchist-bike messenger-beards and soul-food collective meetings in Bed-Stuy (What you haven’t seen her there? Then you’re probably at the 6:00 p.m. meeting. She usually opts for the 9:00 p.m.).
But Plenty of Fish provided only the female perspective on the intricacies of dating here in the Big Apple. As I read Plenty of Fish, one thing was glaringly obvious – this blog needs more dude.
The Awkward Dance started where all good things start, in a bar. Ginger had ended her most recent relationship-thingy, and I was fresh off a night in which I received a barrage of increasingly crazy text messages that culminated in a break-up text message. After a few lagers and some Skee Ball, we lamented about our failed dating experiences. We talked about the various dating protocols. Who pays on the first date? How quickly do you need to respond to text messages? When is it safe to bring up ex-girlfriends? Does it matter what your friends think?
I then asked her if she wanted to make-out. She responded with an unequivocal “No.” I said fine, then let’s blog about what we were just talking about. She responded with a “Maybe.” And with that, the Awkward Dance was born.
So enjoy, comment, provide your prospective, and help us figure out the awkward dance that is dating.