The one where red latex may have been a bad idea.
December 4, 2018
Katie, Kaley and I were sitting in our 7 ft x 5 ft communal living space, watching old reruns of Sex & the City, and it hit us…there is nobody in this world that cares what our life was like living in NYC, but fuck it were starting a blog. At 23, 24, and 23 and 362 days we haven’t experienced much, but figured documenting it couldn’t hurt.
The outdated dating advice and thoughts about how women should act around men could not be more entertaining. Is the advice of Carrie still valid while applied to women in their twenties, living in 2018? Should we instead put all of our faith in podcasts that pick apart the NYC dating scene? Or do we simply get our advice from each other via pros and cons lists and in-depth text analyses? Likely, it is a combination of all 3, and you will find yourself right about where we are now. Do i respond right away or wait a few hours? Do i end that text with a period or an exclamation point? Do i throw in the emoji? How about friend him on Facebook? Instagram? Snapchat? Dating in 2018 is more confusing now than ever, especially without the buffer of being able to casually but very purposely run into the man of your dreams in a smelly nasty frat house basement. There are literally 8 million people living in NYC so the odds are most definitely not in our favor.
So this is where one of our stories begins. After one halloween night where I channeled another ‘00s icon, Britney Spears in her Oops…I Did it Again video. I went home with a boy(man?) who I had attend 4 years of college with but never spoken a word to. What did I think was going to happen, I was wearing a red latex catsuit for goodness sake. So the next morning, hours after him asleep in his apartment, I was faced with the dilemma. Do I text him first? Do I tell him I had fun last night? Will I see him again? Should I put myself out there? Will he reciprocate? I decided to grab the bull by it’s horns and text him. He responded that he had had a good time the night before too. We exchanged a few texts over a few hours and then the conversation ended. Then a few weeks later, after our schedules were not aligning, we met up again, and the next morning I found myself in his apartment. This time though, with out a costume walk of shame lurking over my head, I stayed until noon.
Now, here is where every girl stands. You’ve seen this guy twice. You want to see him again.You thought you both had an amazing time. You stayed in bed talking for hours the next morning. You’ve heard nothing. HE ONLY SPENDS 39 MINUTES A DAY ON HIS PHONE. So you have 3 options.
Option A: put yourself out there. Ask him to meet up for a drink, but risk being rejected.
Option B: Wait until he reaches out. If he’s interested he’ll say something, right?
Option C: Walk away. He’s had a few weeks at this point and you’ve heard nothing. There are more fish in the Hudson? And if not you could always try the East River?
Each option sounds awful and after all of this I couldn’t help but wonder…was he just living out his childhood dreams of hooking up with Britney Spears?
