Friday, February 27, 2009

Week 7

DATE 11, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 26
8:30-10:45PM
MYMOON, WILLIAMSBURG
OK CUPID CONNECTION

"A 25-year old?!" was a recent subject line from Kathleen's email after she read the last post. I had to reassure her that it was for the bet. Basically, with the stakes I'm facing, I'm not going to turn most dates (within reason) down. If some cute, smart 25-year old asks me out, I'm not going to say no. I figured, he lives in Williamsburg, probably a total hipster. We can at least talk about music.

He picked Mymoon, a Turkish restaurant/bar near his apartment. The entry is set back from the street about 40 feet, and I'm imagining it's a great place to hang out with when its warm. He's waiting outside, we introduce ourselves, and go in towards the bar. We order drinks, and he starts talking about his recent travel/interviews. He's just finished up his PhD in Economics from NYU, and has research/teaching offers from Stanford, Northwestern, and Princeton. He's leaning towards Stanford. I'm sitting there feeling like a slacker. When I was 25, I had just moved to San Francisco after aimlessly staying in Blacksbsurg for 1 1/2 years after graduation, didn't have a job, and was staying on my sister's couch. Obviously, I was able to 'make something of myself' over the years, but this guy seems way ahead of his 25 years.

Definitely not some total Williamsburg hipster.

Although he's got all that going for him, I still felt like I was holding up the conversation. After all these dates, I've gotten pretty adept at small talk, and getting people to talk about themselves. But at a point, come on. Ask me some questions! He seemed like a shy person who probably has a hard time talking to new people. At one point, he quietly told me that I was much prettier in person (not that my profile photos were bad).

We finished our drinks, and left to find a cab. He had suggested that we walk to one of the car service places or he could call me a car service from his apartment (nice try). Ended up finding a cab on Bedford. He asked if he could call me, and then gave me a kiss goodnight.

He's a nice guy, but then again, he's 25.

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