As of today, it has been exactly two months since I began this slightly perverse social experiment with the dating scene in Paris!
So to honor this landmark event, I will recap my shenanigans for the past month.
First up, some number-crunching:
- Total number of first dates : 19 (A number of dates didn’t make the blog due to time constraints… In other words, I was just lazy.)
- Number of second dates : 0
- Success rate : 0%
According to these numbers, I have little to show for my hard work.
But numbers don’t tell the whole story, right? What’s more important is the life experiences that I have gained. So perhaps it would be more valuable to look at the highlights from my field notes.
After this past month’s dating escapades, I can now proudly say that I have accomplished the following:
- I found a real guy who managed to replicate — and possibly improve upon — Patrick Dempsey’s hair: Mr. Hair.
- I met a guy who was more pretentious than anyone I have ever met — even during my years at Harvard. Now THAT’S saying something: Mr. Pretentious.
- I had so many guys in my shopping cart that I couldn’t keep their names straight: Mr. Oops.
- I got stood up: Mr. Anglophone.
- I went on a ten-minute date that wasn’t speed-dating: Mr. Ten Minute Wonder.
- I survived a date that was scripted from bodice-ripper novels: Mr. Bodice-ripper.
- I went on a date with a guy who was more woman than I am: Mr. Pretty Woman.
- I drunk-dated: Ms. Drunk Date.
- I went on a date with a guy whose creepy grin still gives me nightmares: Mr. Cheshire Cat.
- I learned that my drink orders are manlier than the most of the men I date: Mr. Love-You-Long-Time.
- I tried to stalk a hunky postman: Ms. Stalker.
- I survived date conversation about unconventional sexual predilections: Mr. Too Much Information.
Not too shabby for two months’ work, I’d say.
But still, I continue on my quest for that elusive, pseudo-mythical creature — that great first date.
I’m beginning to think that it may not exist — that it should be categorized with Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy and leprechauns.
So to fête my two-month anniversary, I cordially invite you, all my readers, to send in first-date stories.
Convince me that it is possible to have a great first date. Or, if you are a skeptic, send me your horror stories. Over the next month, I will feature my favorite reader stories, and, of course, I will continue to share my own. And at the end of March, I will deliver my verdict on the question:
The great first date… is it a myth?