Last weekend, I enjoyed a long-awaited second date with the first bachelor from my European Dating Blitz, Ireland-born Pete.
In the year since we met in Dublin, Pete and I have kept in touch via Facebook, email and instant messaging. He even sent me a postcard from Paris, confirming my initial impression of him as one of the true good guys.
I broke out a brand new LBD for our date, a decision I was doubly glad about when I spotted him running across the street toward me. Clad in a gray suit and fedora, he looked even more handsome than I remembered him to be.
After a quick hug, Pete and I settled into an outdoor table at Midtown Italian bistro Luna Piena. Over dinner, we filled in the blanks about where our lives have taken us over the past 12 months, reflecting on career shifts and milestones both happy and sad (his recent 35th birthday, the 13th anniversary of my mom’s passing).
Pleasantly full from our respective entrees and shared profiteroles for dessert, we walked over to the Pod Hotel where Pete was staying. He led me up to the paved roof deck, for a glorious moonlit Gotham view of Midtown. As we took a seat so we could take it all in, Pete said–
“I think we should pledge to meet up like this every year.”
Our last stop of the night was Sofia Wine Bar, for some cozy conversation about favorite bands — and when and where we might see each other again (a return to London is on my radar for early 2012). Pete walked me to a cab. We embraced, reiterating how happy we both were to have seen each other again.
As the taxi pulled away, I found myself marveling at the randomness of how we’d met (Pete reached out after reading about my Dating Blitz in a local newspaper). And feeling thankful all over again that geography is no match for a genuine connection.