Gabrielle's Team Pick:
Oh, natural disasters, how you prevent us from safely going on first dates with cute strangers! On purpose, at least. I'm not saying people from Zone A in NYC won't explode Craig's List Missed Connections while at the hurricane shelters. However, I'm currently hiding in my sweatpants at my parents' house and there aren't going to be any serendipitous romantic interludes for anyone here anytime soon. You too? You should probably go read the gay lady date recap up on Nerve about a sexy accidental first date between a 31-year-old policy analyst and a 28-year-old personal assistant and join me in living vicariously through them. Were we ever so young?
From Dateline: "That girl is not straight...":
9:01 - One of the guys notices this hot blonde thing walking to the bathroom and says, "That girl is not straight."
9:02 - I get up and follow her. The bathroom is just a one-stall deal, so she's in line. I say, "Come here often?" in my cheesiest '70s voice. She giggles and says, "Yes, I visit the restroom a fair amount. You?" I tell her that I've actually just joined the line to hang out with her.
9:04 - She's up next, and as she goes in, she invites me to join her. As I start to enter, she realizes I wasn't kidding and says "Awkward!" I step back, but stay in line.
9:05 - She walks out, and I follow her away. She realizes now that I wasn't kidding about any of it — that I really had just wanted to talk to her. She pulls me aside and tells me she's on the worst online-fixup-date, but she doesn't want to be rude. We quickly exchange numbers and she walks away.
10:30 - I receive a text asking if we're still at the bar. She's walked the girl home and will come back to meet us.
Dislikes: use of the word "chicks" and description of a woman as a "hot blonde thing." Also, do yourself a favor and don't read the comments. Those issues aside, this is a good story that feels very genuine in its delicate balance of nerves and hormones. Personally, I feel like that's what successful first dates are made of: awkwardness rooted in sexual tension. Now I just hope the girl who was walked home at 10:30 found something sexy to do with the rest of her night, too.
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