Category: outrageous first dates


March 12th, 2009 — 10:14pm

Last night, I joined work galpals Caroline, Morgan and Katie for a sold-out beer tasting at Loreley, a German speakeasy on NYC’s Lower East Side.

Loreley: The perfect place for a beer tasting

Our animated group of 12, which included friends of Katie’s and Morgan’s, settled into a corner communal table, gleefully taking in a three-course meal (Caesar salad, sausage and mashed potatoes, strawberry shortcake) and a lesson in the finer points of beer.

As we enjoyed nine ales and lagers, German-born host Rudy informed us that all of the country’s breweries are microbreweries because of strict purity requirements. It was Morgan’s sweet hubby Arthur who revealed that wheat beer is less likely to cause a hangover since it uses a different kind of grain.

Cheers: (from left to right) Me, Molly, Beth, Caroline, Katie and Morgan all smiles at Loreley
At the female end of the table, hangovers were the furthest thing from our minds. Katie’s galpal Molly was contemplating her upcoming 30th birthday. Beth, Katie’s roommate, had us laughing about a disastrous date with a guy who’d been dumped the day before. He proceeded to show her pictures of his ex — then plead with Beth to make out with him because he’d already been rejected. Charming.

Long on charm — Louis, a recent transplant from France who asked me about my days in the world of TV news. Turns out his girlfriend is where I was nine years ago — finishing up at Columbia University’s Graduate School of Journalism.

Morgan asked if I ever regret leaving journalism for PR. I told her — marveling as I did so — that four and a half years later, I’m still very happy in my second career. How could I be anything else when I’m surrounded by so many fabulous women?

Up next…two Match.com dates in as many days and an action-packed girls night out.

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March 12th, 2009 — 5:14pm

Last night, I joined work galpals Caroline, Morgan and Katie for a sold-out beer tasting at Loreley, a German speakeasy on NYC’s Lower East Side.

Loreley: The perfect place for a beer tasting

Our animated group of 12, which included friends of Katie’s and Morgan’s, settled into a corner communal table, gleefully taking in a three-course meal (Caesar salad, sausage and mashed potatoes, strawberry shortcake) and a lesson in the finer points of beer.

As we enjoyed nine ales and lagers, German-born host Rudy informed us that all of the country’s breweries are microbreweries because of strict purity requirements. It was Morgan’s sweet hubby Arthur who revealed that wheat beer is less likely to cause a hangover since it uses a different kind of grain.

Cheers: (from left to right) Me, Molly, Beth, Caroline, Katie and Morgan all smiles at Loreley
At the female end of the table, hangovers were the furthest thing from our minds. Katie’s galpal Molly was contemplating her upcoming 30th birthday. Beth, Katie’s roommate, had us laughing about a disastrous date with a guy who’d been dumped the day before. He proceeded to show her pictures of his ex — then plead with Beth to make out with him because he’d already been rejected. Charming.

Long on charm — Louis, a recent transplant from France who asked me about my days in the world of TV news. Turns out his girlfriend is where I was nine years ago — finishing up at Columbia University’s Graduate School of Journalism.

Morgan asked if I ever regret leaving journalism for PR. I told her — marveling as I did so — that four and a half years later, I’m still very happy in my second career. How could I be anything else when I’m surrounded by so many fabulous women?

Up next…two Match.com dates in as many days and an action-packed girls night out.

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October 24th, 2008 — 12:39am

When I think about outrageous first dates, I invariably recall previous blind dates — particularly the ones I’ve experienced which made me think the matchmaker was, in fact, blind.

Like well-meaning family friend Dorothy who set me up with her stepson. Dorothy said she was baffled by the fact that he was still single and I looked forward to meeting what sounded like a very eligible bachelor.

I had a feeling rumors of his charm were greatly exaggerated when he showed up to meet me wearing an old sweatshirt and thick gold chain. Call me crazy but appearance matters, especially on a first date.

Merchant’s East: Trendy restaurant and lounge and site of an outrageous blind date

Over drinks at Merchant’s on the Upper East Side, Mr. Eligible proceeded to share his pet peeves about, well, everything, including life in New York. I couldn’t decide what was more unattractive, his attire or his attitude.

For my friend Louise, too much information took on a whole new meaning when a date casually mentioned he was a fan of erotic asphyxiation. He also revealed that he likes to choke sexual partners in the throes of passion without asking them first if they share his proclivity for it.

Talk about leaving a bad taste in your mouth.

Cleveland native Julie had her own brush with outrageous behavior on her first and only date with a guy she met online.

Boasting that he had a great coupon for the restaurant they went to, he instructed Julie on what she was allowed to order.

“He was very into it, trying to make sure that there was absolutely no expense for my meal,” she says. “I thought – jeez, I can pay for it if it’s that big a deal.”

After dinner, Julie’s date shifted his attention from saving money to saving her soul. During the drive to a nearby watering hole, he put his hand on hers and asked if he could pray for her, saying aloud “God, bless this woman. She is young and in need of your guidance.”

He then presented Julie with a CD of Christian music — and a few other parting gifts.

“He pulled out his coupon book and started asking me, ‘would you use this Taco Bell coupon?’ ‘Do you eat at Arby’s?’ and tearing out individual coupons and handing them to me,” she says. “He must have gone through the entire book before I finally pulled away.”

Which just proves that fast food, even under the guise of thriftiness, isn’t exactly first date fare. And that, when it comes to outrageous first dates, truth really is stranger than fiction.

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October 23rd, 2008 — 7:39pm

When I think about outrageous first dates, I invariably recall previous blind dates — particularly the ones I’ve experienced which made me think the matchmaker was, in fact, blind.

Like well-meaning family friend Dorothy who set me up with her stepson. Dorothy said she was baffled by the fact that he was still single and I looked forward to meeting what sounded like a very eligible bachelor.

I had a feeling rumors of his charm were greatly exaggerated when he showed up to meet me wearing an old sweatshirt and thick gold chain. Call me crazy but appearance matters, especially on a first date.

Merchant’s East: Trendy restaurant and lounge and site of an outrageous blind date

Over drinks at Merchant’s on the Upper East Side, Mr. Eligible proceeded to share his pet peeves about, well, everything, including life in New York. I couldn’t decide what was more unattractive, his attire or his attitude.

For my friend Louise, too much information took on a whole new meaning when a date casually mentioned he was a fan of erotic asphyxiation. He also revealed that he likes to choke sexual partners in the throes of passion without asking them first if they share his proclivity for it.

Talk about leaving a bad taste in your mouth.

Cleveland native Julie had her own brush with outrageous behavior on her first and only date with a guy she met online.

Boasting that he had a great coupon for the restaurant they went to, he instructed Julie on what she was allowed to order.

“He was very into it, trying to make sure that there was absolutely no expense for my meal,” she says. “I thought – jeez, I can pay for it if it’s that big a deal.”

After dinner, Julie’s date shifted his attention from saving money to saving her soul. During the drive to a nearby watering hole, he put his hand on hers and asked if he could pray for her, saying aloud “God, bless this woman. She is young and in need of your guidance.”

He then presented Julie with a CD of Christian music — and a few other parting gifts.

“He pulled out his coupon book and started asking me, ‘would you use this Taco Bell coupon?’ ‘Do you eat at Arby’s?’ and tearing out individual coupons and handing them to me,” she says. “He must have gone through the entire book before I finally pulled away.”

Which just proves that fast food, even under the guise of thriftiness, isn’t exactly first date fare. And that, when it comes to outrageous first dates, truth really is stranger than fiction.

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October 23rd, 2008 — 1:07am

When it comes to relationships, the honeymoon period always seems to race by in a heartbeat. The same could be said of my week in London with California native Mark (a.k.a Sparky).

Our whirlwind week in England’s capital took us on quite a journey. We shared giggles in the Whispering Gallery of St. Paul’s Cathedral, tears at “Phantom of The Opera” and countless kisses in Trafalgar Square. We laughed at our mutual affinity for the 80’s film flop “Xanadu” (Sparky worked on the movie, I loved the unabashed cheesiness of it). And, as his departure approached, we shared our thoughts about the future.

I now Open The Vault and take you back once again to the spring of 1994…

London, England
Commonwealth Hall

May 3, 1994

Dear Diary,

Our final day together began with a quick bite at McDonald’s on Charing Cross. I became weepy thinking about Sparky’s departure and our obstacle-laden circumstances. It was a subject we would return to that night.

We strolled over to Leicester Square. Sparky pulled me into a passionate kiss. I was beginning to wonder if we were overdoing it on the PDA when I spotted two ladies in a café applauding us and smiling.

London’s Leicester Square: A great spot for PDA and people watching

After stopping in Chinatown for some takeout, we went back to Sparky’s hotel room for a cozy, low-key evening. I told Sparky that I didn’t want to leave him in limbo because of my inability to make a commitment.

“Five years might seem like a long time,” he said, anticipating how long it would take me to be ready to settle down, “but it’s not to me.”

He was silent then as he inscribed the following on the inside cover of the “Xanadu” soundtrack he’d bought me…

“You are the most magical woman I have ever met.
All the wonders of the world will be yours. I love you.”

We fell into each other’s arms and a beautiful dance. Somehow, dancing felt like an affirmation of our love and what we meant to each other.

Magic.

* * *

With talk of a potential second encounter in London, I said goodbye to Sparky and wondered when we would be together again. It would be months before we were reunited. In the interim, the final part of my junior year abroad brought its fair share of surprises — including a few more of the male variety.

Coming up…more outrageous first dates and the conundrum of relationship make or break deadlines.

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October 13th, 2008 — 4:30pm
When I think of outrageous first dates, I can’t help remembering the attorney that longtime family friend Helen set me up with. I went into the date with a few reservations. Partly because she said work was always the best place to reach him (even after 10pm) and partly because of her response when I asked what he looked like.

“Well,” she said after a very pregnant pause, “He’s pleasant.”

NYC’s Ernst & Young Building: I spent 30 minutes waiting in here for my worst blind date ever

Mr. Pleasant suggested a weekday lunch date. After making me wait in the reception area of his office for a half an hour, he emerged without an apology or much in the way of social graces. He took me to a pizza place and failed to ask me one question about myself, monopolizing the conversation the entire time.

For my good friend Tiffany, a chatty date led to a surprising revelation about his most long-standing commitment.

“I have a relationship with marijuana,” he told her.

Talk about a first date buzz killer.

LiParentSource.com contributor Amy was stuck in traffic on the Throgs Neck Bridge when a guy in the car next to hers asked for her number. After two lengthy, enjoyable phone conversations, she was surprised that traffic guy showed up for their date with an unexpected guest in tow — a funeral director friend of his who had officiated at two funerals that day.

The three of them went to an arcade. While Amy’s date and his friend played video games, she tried to figure out an escape plan. Finally, her date and the funeral director took her home.

“He walked me to the door (solo, thankfully!) and tried to kiss me goodnight,” she recalls. “with his friend sitting in the car, watching. Needless to say, we never spoke again.”

Which just goes to show that threesomes of any kind aren’t exactly an ideal first date configuration. On the bright side, Amy’s tale proves that you never know what can happen when you play in traffic.

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October 13th, 2008 — 11:30am
When I think of outrageous first dates, I can’t help remembering the attorney that longtime family friend Helen set me up with. I went into the date with a few reservations. Partly because she said work was always the best place to reach him (even after 10pm) and partly because of her response when I asked what he looked like.

“Well,” she said after a very pregnant pause, “He’s pleasant.”

NYC’s Ernst & Young Building: I spent 30 minutes waiting in here for my worst blind date ever

Mr. Pleasant suggested a weekday lunch date. After making me wait in the reception area of his office for a half an hour, he emerged without an apology or much in the way of social graces. He took me to a pizza place and failed to ask me one question about myself, monopolizing the conversation the entire time.

For my good friend Tiffany, a chatty date led to a surprising revelation about his most long-standing commitment.

“I have a relationship with marijuana,” he told her.

Talk about a first date buzz killer.

LiParentSource.com contributor Amy was stuck in traffic on the Throgs Neck Bridge when a guy in the car next to hers asked for her number. After two lengthy, enjoyable phone conversations, she was surprised that traffic guy showed up for their date with an unexpected guest in tow — a funeral director friend of his who had officiated at two funerals that day.

The three of them went to an arcade. While Amy’s date and his friend played video games, she tried to figure out an escape plan. Finally, her date and the funeral director took her home.

“He walked me to the door (solo, thankfully!) and tried to kiss me goodnight,” she recalls. “with his friend sitting in the car, watching. Needless to say, we never spoke again.”

Which just goes to show that threesomes of any kind aren’t exactly an ideal first date configuration. On the bright side, Amy’s tale proves that you never know what can happen when you play in traffic.

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October 5th, 2008 — 11:12pm
When you’re single and living in New York, it’s easy to find yourself on a date with an eccentric character. One of my more outrageous, albeit brief, first dates happened after crossing paths with a guy at an arcade in Times Square.

Chevy’s Restaurant in Times Square: Site of one of my more outrageous first dates

The mysterious stranger invited me for a drink at the neighboring Chevy’s Mexican restaurant. As soon as we sat at the bar, he mentioned that he was an aspiring actor. Then, after tilting his head down briefly, he looked at me with a menacing stare and burst into tears.
Deciding this was a little too much drama, rehearsed or otherwise, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and never came back.

For my good friend Lauren, a blind date with a family friend’s son turned out to be of equally short duration. Lauren was surprised to discover she had already met her blind date at a party a few weeks before — when he was introduced as her friend’s boyfriend.

Geography became an issue when Philadelphia-based publicist Meredith was set up with a New Yorker just a few days before her birthday. Initially, Meredith’s date had agreed to drop her off at a mutual friend’s house after dinner. That night, he said it was too far to drive and suggested Meredith stay over at his parents’ house instead. He didn’t take it too well when she declined the invitation.

“He proceeded to open the trunk and throw a bunch of presents at me and angrily wished me a Happy Birthday,” she says. “It was awkward.”

On the plus side, Meredith enjoyed a nice meal and show prior to her date’s outburst. Which just proves that even on an outrageous first date, you’ll get something to show for your time
— even if it’s just an amusing story.
Coming up…a TomKat sighting at one of NYC’s hottest restaurants and holiday romance By The Numbers.

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October 5th, 2008 — 6:12pm
When you’re single and living in New York, it’s easy to find yourself on a date with an eccentric character. One of my more outrageous, albeit brief, first dates happened after crossing paths with a guy at an arcade in Times Square.

Chevy’s Restaurant in Times Square: Site of one of my more outrageous first dates

The mysterious stranger invited me for a drink at the neighboring Chevy’s Mexican restaurant. As soon as we sat at the bar, he mentioned that he was an aspiring actor. Then, after tilting his head down briefly, he looked at me with a menacing stare and burst into tears.
Deciding this was a little too much drama, rehearsed or otherwise, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and never came back.

For my good friend Lauren, a blind date with a family friend’s son turned out to be of equally short duration. Lauren was surprised to discover she had already met her blind date at a party a few weeks before — when he was introduced as her friend’s boyfriend.

Geography became an issue when Philadelphia-based publicist Meredith was set up with a New Yorker just a few days before her birthday. Initially, Meredith’s date had agreed to drop her off at a mutual friend’s house after dinner. That night, he said it was too far to drive and suggested Meredith stay over at his parents’ house instead. He didn’t take it too well when she declined the invitation.

“He proceeded to open the trunk and throw a bunch of presents at me and angrily wished me a Happy Birthday,” she says. “It was awkward.”

On the plus side, Meredith enjoyed a nice meal and show prior to her date’s outburst. Which just proves that even on an outrageous first date, you’ll get something to show for your time
— even if it’s just an amusing story.
Coming up…a TomKat sighting at one of NYC’s hottest restaurants and holiday romance By The Numbers.

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September 21st, 2008 — 9:17pm
When I think of outrageous first dates, I invariably recall the two men who disrobed uninvited — my ex’s best friend H and Travis, the hunky Australian I met during my stint as a Sydney resident six years ago.

A boat dealer who played rugby in his spare time and had the body to show for it, Travis came onto me while he was in town from Perth. We spent an evening together with mutual friends, eventually locking lips at a local pub. Back at our friends’ house, Travis excused himself while I curled up under a blanket on the couch. I was more than a little surprised when he slid in next to me — completely naked.
When I informed Travis our attraction would go unconsummated, he didn’t seem to grasp why. After all, he reasoned, I was an American woman on holiday, why not? With a rationale like that, I could only respond one way. With uncontrollable laughter.
For Virginia native and blogger Kristen (), a first date in college with a Marine turned out to be anything but amusing. He showed up 45 minutes late, with 5 drunken Marines in tow. His friends proceeded to tell loud stories and tried to start fights with everyone.
“He called every day the next week going on and on about how great a time he had and when were we doing to do it again,” she says. “Um, never? Worst. Date. Ever.”
A blind date quickly turned into a disaster for Lizzie B. After a “trust test” at a bar, in which she was instructed to fall back with her eyes closed, Lizzie’s date took her to Chuck E. Cheese’s for dinner to “test how fun” she was.

Chuck E. Cheese’s: Great for kids..but not so much for a first date.

“He proceeded to order the ‘family pack,’ tell them our children were playing in the balls and then set up plates and cups for our imaginary offspring,” she says. “I would have fled if I had my own car.”

Hoboken resident Marah was surprised when the finance guy she connected with on Match.com showed up with two companions — his pet ferrets Vinny and Daisy.

“This was wrong on so many levels I am not sure where to begin,” she says. “The date lasted about 30 minutes and included a [memorable] conversation about his root canal that week. Vinny and Daisy were getting cold, so he needed to take them back in.”

Like I’ve often said, the redeeming part of a bad date is it leaves you with a great story and a good laugh. I still chuckle when I remember Travis’ disbelief that an American girl would reject the advances of an Aussie rugby player. What can I say? There’s only so far I’m willing to go to promote international relations.

Coming up…sky-high fun at ”Boeing, Boeing” and the scene at a wifebeater t-shirt party.

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