Phoebe is a 28-year-old administrative assistant who lives in King West Village. “I have travelled a lot and lived in Paris, and I think my style reflects my experiences, as well as my moods,” she says. “My friends say I dress ‘hipster,’ but I beg to differ!” In her free time, Phoebe goes to museums, movies, and baseball games, and throws “fancy dinner parties and trashy house parties.” After several long-term relationships, she has been single for a year.
I’m looking for someone who is tall, dark, and handsome, but also smart and laid-back. That’s hard to find. So when my ex-boyfriend Todd BBM-ed me and asked me to go out, I thought, “Hmm.” We met in our first year of university, but started dating in second year. It didn’t work out, but I liked that he was the opposite of me in every possible way. I’ve known him for so long but, still, every time we hang out, I get butterflies. Whether it’s lust or love, I don’t know.
He asked me to go for a drive. When he picked me up, the vibe was chill and comfortable and the conversation was good. We talked about what was going on in our lives, his thoughts on “us,” our possible future together, and so forth. I was enjoying the random adventure of the date, and he seemed to be listening to me more than he used to, but I was turned off when he said that if things didn’t work out with the girl he was dating, I was his number-one choice.
We ended up at the beach. It felt very romantic to be there with him, and we climbed up a nearby lifeguard stand on a dock and hooked up. That part was great, if a little crazy and messy. When it started to get very dark—and very cold—we decided to leave. The dock jutted into the water and getting down was next to impossible for me, as my legs weren’t long enough to jump to shore. It was too wet and slippery to climb down, and I had no choice but to jump in the water. Todd said he’d catch me, but I didn’t trust him, so I took a leap of faith and jumped, even though I’m a weak swimmer.
He asked me to take off my pants to keep the seat dry as we drove back. I found out later that it was his girlfriend’s car. Todd insisted on taking me out to dinner so he could “make it up to me,” but we stopped at a convenience store on the way, and every person that walked by and saw me sitting there with no pants on was giving me dirty looks. We ended up going to a dingy Chinese restaurant. I was a hot mess with wet hair, sand all over my back, and damp pants. I didn’t care, though. At that time, I think that I just wanted the moment to last forever. Now, I’m happy that it didn’t.
Phoebe rates her date (out of 10): 7
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