Going off the charts for 106
It was my birthday party in December and a friend of mine came with his new girlfriend. Actually, they’ve been together for 7 months, but I don’t see this friend too often. In fact, we are not close at all. His girlfriend (Stephanie) seemed nice enough and we all chatted for about 10 minutes before I got pulled away by others at the party. On the way out, Stephanie asked if I would be open to meeting her friend. She insisted she was beautiful (which my friend confirmed) and thought we would get along.
One interesting thing about my 5 blind dates, and the 100 I had before them: every single one has been Jewish. Most of my girlfriends have not been Jewish, and it’s not a requirement for me, but I always figured I might as well limit my blind dates to Jewish girls. In my mind, it said “at least I’m trying to meet a Jewish girl” to my parents, but at this point, I can’t be limiting myself.
Stephanie told me that blind date 6 is Indian. Sounded fine to me!
I received an email a few weeks later saying that they had sent pictures of me to BD 6 and she was interested. I gave them a hard time about not sending me pictures, but told them I would go on the date. Then they sent me a picture to which I simply had to respond, “stunning”.
I emailed blind date 6 and after a bit of small talk and she was down to business. She was busy all week, but was free the following Wednesday or Friday. I couldn’t do Wednesday, so decided to do the Friday blind date (last night). Again, it’s not the general recommendation, but as an advanced blind dater, it’s actually not a bad thing. If blind date goes poorly, the night could be salvaged. If blind date goes well, you can make the most of it without the stress of bedtime approaching.
It turns out we both live near each other, but she suggested a cool bar or lounge downtown. Not a specific cool bar or lounge, so I said I’d come up with something good. I actually was happy to have specific direction. I emailed my female friends in the west village and got some recommendations. I sent two choices and she was appreciative for the effort and excited to try a new place. So far so good!
So Friday at 8:00 we met at Lelabar. Again, struggled to get there on time, but beat her by 10 minutes. I was shocked how loud the place was – there were literally a couple of people there in Giants jerseys. I’m guessing that was unusual, but one did have to yell to be heard. It almost entirely consists of a giant oval bar which seats about 35 people. I was able to get two great seats near the door and near the curve so we were slightly facing each other. The place was actually pretty comfortable, had a good wine list, and a very good food selection.
She walked in, and believe it or not, she was still stunning. Beautiful face, petite, nice smile. We ended up talking for over three hours. It started off a bit slow with the typical interview questions, but after a bottle of wine and another glass each (who has more than a bottle of wine on a blind date?), the conversation started flowing. She’s vegetarian (yes, strike 1), but we shared a large cheese plate which was my dinner. I felt drunk, but she seemed fine. Miss 107 pounder was out drinking me! I asked a couple of times if she wanted to check out another place, but she said she really liked the place we were at, so we stayed.
I actually gave her a small kiss on the way out of the bar, we took a cab to her place, kissed briefly, said good night, and I walked home in 5 minutes. Sent a text saying I was home and had fun. She responded accordingly.
Certainly the best blind date was the best of the six. One of the best blind dates of all 106! Perhaps limiting myself to Jewish blind dates had been a mistake.