life is good

So I am actually really enjoying have a girlfriend again. She is v. smart, sweet and funny — but you guys know I care mostly about looks and she is also H-O-T. The most important thing!

It is actually pretty funny that — as some of you mighta surmised from some of my posts — I’ve actually been putting an awful lot of energy into dating for awhile now. Basically it was pretty much my No. 1 priority for the good part of the last year and a a half, since my breakup with S. Then finally I broke down and decided to give online dating another chance with a profile my friend Dylan wrote. The second girl I met on Nerve.com was Soccer Chick (henceforth, I think I’ll call her C.) and we clicked immediately… it was soooo easy. Like, stunningly so.

However there was a lot of “sorting” involved before this … a number of really great girls, a couple crazy ones … some who had potential but for timing issues, others who were wonderful but we were wrong for each other, and two or three who need to change their wicked ways or grow old alone.

Anyway — for those of you who are interested — I’ll give you all the brief rundown of my dating life after the jump.

• The 22-year-old unemployed Columbia student I met on my 33rd birthday. A little young, you might say? Yes, but absolutely adorable – and hey, I was in severe rebound mode. Alas she was nuts as well. (one date)
• The two girls I met speeddating in Midtown. It was actually a little bit fun — but I didn’t see any point of doing it again, reasoning I had better chances of meeting quality girls in bars. (one date each)
• The art gallery curator I met running in Central Park. Maybe I should have taken her to somewhere fancier than Republic for our first date… (one date)
• The tall, athletic Red Sox fan I met at the Riviera … (do you remember her Finy?). This one I did take to a fancy, $100+ dinner on our second date… and she told me later — in a text message — that she wanted to just be friends. Umm, no. (two dates)
• M., another runner girl I met in Central Park. The first girl I had a “relationship” with post-S., although I never called her my girlfriend. M, I hope your boyfriend proposes soon! (six weeks)
• A., the extremely cool, hip/hippy freelance journalist I met on assignment. We were on-again/off-again with varying degrees of casualness for quite awhile. We were such different people and I was slow to realize how great she was… A. I’m still v. sorry how things ended and would really like for us to be friends again; I think you’re awesome…(a number of months)
• H., the running club leader who was six years older than me. What a great girl — I really did think about us together long-term. But I think we both realized in the end it wouldn’t have worked. (For the record: she dumped me). I’m glad we’re still friends! (three months).
• The girl who … well, there was months of wooing involved and … ehh, all my friends have heard this story before and are sick of it!
• The fuck buddy who’d also bring me baked goods … great while it lasted. (~ three months)
• The out-of-state friend who became a friend “with benefits” for awhile. (a couple of times)
• The running blogger was pretty into for a bit … but I think we both quickly realized we were sooo different it’d never work. (zero dates and a few smooches)
• The running blogger I exchanged a few flirty emails with who became a cool friend. (zero dates and zero smooches)
• The running blogger who run an Ironman triathlon but was recovering from a broken heart… (two dates)
• The Hell’s Kitchen blogger who made out with me and then kinda blew me off… (one date)
• The cool Kiwi girl with whom I had brunch and became v. good friends with. She later started her own blog. (one sort-of brunch date)
• The tall hyper-smart economics blogger … I actually really regret not ending things with her with a call or something, because she was really cool. The one girl who’s made me feel intellectually inadequate… (three dates)
• The flaky drunk-blogger with enormous breasts. That didn’t work out so well. (one date)
• The redheaded magazine editor … hot, attracted to me, but taken. (a few flirtatious IMs)
• The bond trader I met running in Central Park. Pretty and fun — plus I woulda been set financially for life! Alas there was another guy in the picture. (one date)
• The CBS Evening News correspondent… okay, maybe this one was out of my league. But a hot, funny, athletic Red Sox fan — I had to try! (were those two emails flirty, or just friendly?)
• The extremely hot dating columnist whom I couldn’t quite score a date with…(a few flirty emails)
• The cute bisexual hostof her own radio show/blogger who said she wasn’t ready for a relationship… (one date)
• The goofy 24-year-old runner girl who lost interest when she learned I was (then) 33… (a drunken kiss or two)
• The hot NY Post reporter with a Friendster testimonial boasting of her Pamela Anderson-esque bod … but with some kinda long-distance relationship. (two sort-of dates)
• The former co-worker who … eh, that story is wayyy to embarrassing to repeat here.
• The girl who lived in D.C. I met at a conference and was briefly smitten with. (zero dates)
• The hot cyclist Southern girl who I met dancing at a table at Nikki Beach and then took to a gay bar on our second date. I was excited about said 26-year-old TV producer but she moved to L.A. (three dates)
• The other 26-year-old TV producer I also met at a Ken Sunshine media party, who wasn’t ready for a relationship. (three dates)
• The pretty publicist who I met at that same media party who got involved with someone else. (one brunch date)
• The girl I met at Perdition and made out with, then pretty much dissed. (one date)
• The girl I met at Perdition and made out with, who then dissed me.
• The Danish reporter girl who was a friend of Tallman’s girlfriend. (one sorta date)
• The first girl I met on Nerve.com… a v. attractive magazine editor, but I had to agree with her that we didn’t have a good connection. (two dates)

Wow … what an exhausting list… dating can be a lot of work!