Somehow I got listed as a dating blog on the Yahoo! Personals blog. Puzzling development, considering that until recently, the last date I had was an ill-fated Thursday night in February and before that I said auf Wiedersehen to the Austrian in July 2005.
Maybe I’ve been dating in my sleep. Or maybe Yahoo! sought to provide a sampling of skillsets — the uber-dater, the semi-pro, the novice.
In any case, I thought I better come up with something. So I give you: my least favorite and most favorite dates.
Least Favorite
New York, winter 1999. I’ve been dating Jon sporadically for a couple months. We have dinner at Avenue A Sushi, then a drink at Korova Milk Bar. We head back to his place to watch a movie, and pick up some beer at a bodega on the way. I select Amstel Light. His comment, “What is up with girls and Amstel Light? Do you ALL drink it?” We end up with it anyway. I walk into his apartment, and there on his kitchen counter are six empty Amstel Light bottles.
The End.
Most Favorite
This isn’t really a specific memory, just a general favorite: the first time a man takes your hand. It’s such a throwback to junior high and high school when All You Wanted was for someone to hold your hand.
There is this moment in My So-Called Life when Angela keeps ditching her geometry review sessions to make out with Jordan in the boiler room, and Jordan keeps Angela a secret, ignoring her in public, and Rayanne tells Jordan he can’t treat Angela like that, and then finally, in a moment that burst my heart to watch, Jordan takes Angela’s hand in the hall, for all to see.
The first time a man takes my hand, I’m 14 again, when I didn’t yet know my first hurt was only that, the first.
Lulled into novice-hood by the heat of someone else’s palm against mine.