Courtship Connection, Romance and Dating

ATL Courtship Connection: Blind Date FAIL

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It was bound to happen. New York is big, but it’s not that big.

I sent two law school students (from different institutions) out on a Courtship Connection date on Monday night, armed only with a descriptor of their date. She said she’d be in a black dress, and he said he’d be in a “light blue sweatshirt and blazer” (which struck me as an odd ensemble).

They both named copyright as their favorite law school class. They both want to practice entertainment law. If they weren’t on the track to become lawyers, she’d want to be a music producer, and he would want to be a musician. It seemed like the perfect match.

Alas, when they found one another outside of an (apparently closed) bar in Alphabet City, they recognized one another. Not only had they already met, they had already hooked up…

I sent them to the Musical Box in the East Village. That was the first misfire. He said:

So, the date started off with a couple of twists. After walking up Avenue B, I crossed over 13th st and noticed quite a bit of scaffolding and closed up storefronts. I wasn’t initially deterred, because a review mentioned the bar’s unassuming look, but I nevertheless found myself in front of only the resident door for 219 Ave. B.

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She said:

We were meeting at Musical Box, a great first-date bar in the east village. Strangely though, the bar had disappeared (literally, there was no longer a door or anything).

He said:

A quick google search yielded nothing, so I found myself a bench across the street and kept my eyes peeled.

Soon after, I noticed my soon to be new awkward friend ambling up the avenue, towards the same door. I stood and watched as she asked a bum if he “knew where Musical Box was.”. He had no clue…

I then crossed the street and called out “hey” to get her attention. She turned away from the obviously spun out LES rif raf and took one look at me after which she shook her head and looked again.

I followed suit of course, because voilà, we knew each other!!

We had met 2 years ago through a mutual friend at an event downtown. We hit it off as friends via respect for good music and stiff drink.

She was more forthcoming about their past meeting:

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As I’m figuring out what to do, a tall, cute guy approaches me and says “Hi. I think it’s closed.” As he gets closer, I realize this truly blind date was not so blind after all. Not only do I know him, but we had a little summer fling (one night stand?).

He said:

Time passed and as our respective law school careers became all-consuming, we fell out of touch.

She said:

We had met at a benefit on my birthday two years prior and, of course, some birthday smooching took place. Aside from a facebook friendship (which he has apparently since defriended – ouch!), not much communication since.

Given that they were already intimates, it seems like the date could have gone well… He said:

We hurried into a bar across the street, deciding not to bother with the mysterious nonexistent “Musical Box”.

It was cozy, dimly light and comfortable, so we both settled in and sipped our drinks, unable to hold back smiles and head shakes (and eye flutters…) of surprise and shock over what had just transpired.

Eye flutters? That seems like evidence of some attraction. But she said there appeared to be no interest in another round of discovery:

We grabbed a beer at a nearby bar and chatted about mutual friends, law school, our career plans, and the weirdness of the situation. After one drink, I proposed a second round, which was promptly rebuffed. It actually was ok because I had a long day and a big week ahead; still, I believe that any good “first date” should last two drinks long (assuming no meal or other activity is involved), so at that point I concluded it was likely that no more drunken birthday kisses would ever be exchanged.

He said:

She finished her Stella and I my Bodington’s and we proceeded onto the street. We had spent the hour catching up on our mutual friend, our current pleasure and surprise, surprise displeasure with school and the job hunt, and even exchanged some IP research paper topics, to each IP geeky delight.

We walked for a bit and went our separate ways. It’s always good to stay connected, thanks ATL!

She said:

In the end, it was nice to catch up with an “old friend” who has mutual interests. We walked through the east village and after saying goodbye he asked for my number. Not quite sure whether it’s as a friend, for a “second date” (can you say “recycle”?) or just to be nice..

I can’t help but wonder – does this mean I’ve already kissed every cute, compatible, single dude in this city? BLIND DATE FAIL, ATL!

She titled her e-mail, “I want my money back.”

Though this date did not work out, she pointed out that it may be a good sign for my matchmaking abilities:

We obviously had a lot in common and were clearly at least somewhat interested in each other at some point in time. That said – I’d be down for a re-do if you think there’s someone else i’d be compatible with (that I haven’t already made out with).

Upwards and onwards with Courtship Connection…

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