Ever feel like you missed a class on how to have a romantic relationship? Do you feel like you will never be allowed into the prestigious club known as plus one? Have you felt that going on a normal date seems to be a long shot? If so then you will love this blog. Hi I'm Dave and I am a survivor of the New York dating scene. This is the story of a socially inept geeky sweet guy on a quest to find love and a decent set of glasses...whatever comes first.

Friday, December 9, 2011

Chillis Baby Back Ribs & The Worst Date Of My Life


“So how long do you think it will be before we get married?” she said as she began to flip through the radio stations.

“What?!” I shrieked as I tried not to veer off the road by the surprise of the question.

“Well I’ll be thirty in three years, and I want to have a baby before I turn thirty. I figure we can date for a year and then get married. Once we are moved in we can enjoy our time together for about a year before you give me a baby. What do you think?” She replied casually as she finally settled on the easy listening station. An Air Supply fan, I figured as much.

“Um…I suppose that sounds like a plan” I said weakly. I felt a cold chill go up my spine and felt rather light headed. I am pretty sure that at twenty three, I was in no danger of getting a heart attack, but my heart was racing. How did I wind up on the worst first date I had ever been on. Well as strange as it sounded it was all the result of just trying to find a job.