Spring is usually thought of as the time when dating season goes into full swing, but we think summer is when it really heats up — perhaps because of the way that clothing disappears as temperatures skyrocket, as noted in this New York Times piece about half-naked people at a MIA concert on Governors Island. Shirtless women have also been spotted outside of the ATL offices in Nolita.
We hoped the summer heat would generate sparks for two legal types on a recent Courtship Connection date. We set up a litigation associate at a top firm with a government attorney, based on their shared admiration for Justice Brennan. And for cutting things up: If she weren’t in Biglaw, she’d be a pediatric cardiac surgeon, and if he weren’t working for the state, he’d be a chef.
We sent them to Las Ramblas, a tapas restaurant in the West Village, on a Saturday night. He said:
So leave it to Kash to set us up on perhaps the hottest day of a month-long heat wave, despite several alternatives that could’ve worked. I felt like I was melting for most of the night. Heat aside though, I had a good time overall. I thought my date was quite attractive, a couple inches shorter than me, petite, dark hair, wearing a burgundy sundress.
How hot was their date?
The under-30 government lawyer said:
I had a feeling that Kash would try to do an “opposites attract” experiment, so I was pleasantly surprised that my date and I actually had a lot in common. Our parents are from the same part of the world. We both grew up as only children in fairly well-off northeastern suburbs. We also have similar tastes in art (Impressionism), music (jazz), food (steak), SCOTUS justices (her: Brennan, me: Thurgood Marshall), and an affinity for travel. In fact, we were supposed to identify each other by the guide books for different cities that we would be holding. I think the only big thing that was different between us was that she’s a Biglaw summer associate who would be going back to school in Boston, and I’m a government lawyer who neither lives nor works in Manhattan.
Apparently, his favorite justice has changed since he took the Courtship Connection survey.
Las Ramblas was too crowded so they wound up at Burrito Loco next door, which doesn’t sound like the most romantic of date spots.
[W]e were seated immediately by the window and got to chat over sangria and guacamole, which would have been great except then the staff started blasting mariachi music at stadium volume for a birthday party/tequila stand in the back. We left shortly after that and headed together to the Lower East Side — she was going to a friend’s birthday party and I had called my friend who lives in the neighborhood to see about crashing instead of doing the bridge-and-tunnel.
I entertained the notion of a second date and was going to ask for her number before we parted. However, as we reached the corner where we would say goodbye, we hugged and then she walked away in a bit of a hurry so I don’t know what to make of that.
Here’s her take on the date, which explains her hasty exit:
Unfortunately, I knew from the first minute that he was really not my type, but we still had a nice chat over dinner about jobs, family, travel, and our shared aversion to hot weather (I think it was about 100 degrees that evening!)…
I don’t know how you matched us up, but if I end up back in the database, you might want to try a different kind of guy for me.
I usually ask Courtship couples to take a photo and send it to me. These two forgot. So our government lawyer snapped a shot after the date:
I know this is ATL and not Cute Overload, but as a consolation, I took a picture afterward of my friend’s puppy.
Though we are indeed not Cute Overload here, a sad puppy is an appropriate image for this date.
Earlier: Prior ATL Courtship Connections