A year-old law student with two roommates in Washington Heights. A year-old private equity exec and dad of two, from Cos Cob, Conn. A year-old college dean, who traveled all the way from Philadelphia for Sunday brunch. Lying in bed and squinting through tears, I downloaded Hinge and started scrolling.
I had two goals when I dove back into dating. The first: to have fun, and lots of it. But I also wanted to meet my future husband. Look, I turned 35 last year and want a family ; the next relationship had to be The One. But I could still be cool about it. So I took on the dating scene like I tackled homework in high school, or researched restaurants for my last vacation: obsessively. After all, dating is a numbers game.
More dates meant better odds. So I filled my calendar. Everyone always talks about how hard it is to meet people in New York. Some people just wanted sex; others wanted something more serious.
Creeps were easy to spot β and dismiss β before IRL encounters. I locked lips all over the city β once, side by side on adjacent docked Citi Bikes before we both pedaled to our respective homes.
Yes, I had a lot of weird nights. But I also had some pleasant surprises. When he learned my favorite food was chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven, he bought raw dough to have on hand when I came over.
