Matthew
Matthew is the epitome of the single male Manhattanite - young at 31, a successful stock broker at Wall Street, tall at 6'3" and very goodlooking. A former football player at the university, he maintains his athletic build by running with his dog at the park and working out regularly at the gym. He stands out in a crowd because of his charisma. He has an sarcastic kind of humour that is also very endearing, not at all coming on as a show-off.
Like the regular Manhattanite, Matt can't figure out why he can't find a girlfriend. His standards aren't by any means impossible. Just a girl who isn't emotionally unstable, someone who is capable of regular conversation.... a regular girl. "Tell me, where can I find a woman who doesn't turn psycho on me at a moment when I least expect it."
His call at the end of the day was a pleasant surprise. It had been a while since we had talked to each other. So instead of heading to the gym, I found myself at Penang Grill on East 84th enjoying spicy curry with him.
I had been privy to his seemingly eternal search for the 'ideal girl'. He has sought for her online (a perfect breeding ground for freaks and rejects), at the bar (where the one-nighters-only thrive), through friends (how we met) and through the recommendation of friends and co-workers (somehow fruitful but still...). No girl still that he finds himself comfortable with. Maybe his standards are too high? He shrugs. Sometimes he doesn't know anymore. Are the normal regular girls becoming a rare breed?
He says he has gotten tired seeking. My advise: stop looking, you'll bump into her when you least expect it. For the meantime, enjoy the ones that come along your way - without the emotional and psychological baggages.
"THAT'S RARE! It's hard," he chuckles, "sometimes its just a waste of time and effort and you can only take it so far without thinking of yourself as the other fool in the party of two."
Our analyses of the city girls he has dated continued until it was time to go. Has the city girl become so obsessed with successful careers that they have forgotten how to be girls? Have they experienced too much trauma in the dating game that they evolved into guarded wounded souls unwilling to love and be loved?
Matthew is a good catch, if someone could ever qualify for that label. As I sit across from him and his light brown eyes reflect the flicker of the candle on our table and light his face I can't help but wonder why he is in the predicament that he is in. The conversation with him is hardly boring. He is very animated, very funny, very intelligent. We share common interests - Sponge Bob Square Pants and The Incredibles.
Someone's loss, my gain - at least until red bean ice cream is served.
Anyone want a date with him? Email me your resumes. I will do the eliminations.
Like the regular Manhattanite, Matt can't figure out why he can't find a girlfriend. His standards aren't by any means impossible. Just a girl who isn't emotionally unstable, someone who is capable of regular conversation.... a regular girl. "Tell me, where can I find a woman who doesn't turn psycho on me at a moment when I least expect it."
His call at the end of the day was a pleasant surprise. It had been a while since we had talked to each other. So instead of heading to the gym, I found myself at Penang Grill on East 84th enjoying spicy curry with him.
I had been privy to his seemingly eternal search for the 'ideal girl'. He has sought for her online (a perfect breeding ground for freaks and rejects), at the bar (where the one-nighters-only thrive), through friends (how we met) and through the recommendation of friends and co-workers (somehow fruitful but still...). No girl still that he finds himself comfortable with. Maybe his standards are too high? He shrugs. Sometimes he doesn't know anymore. Are the normal regular girls becoming a rare breed?
He says he has gotten tired seeking. My advise: stop looking, you'll bump into her when you least expect it. For the meantime, enjoy the ones that come along your way - without the emotional and psychological baggages.
"THAT'S RARE! It's hard," he chuckles, "sometimes its just a waste of time and effort and you can only take it so far without thinking of yourself as the other fool in the party of two."
Our analyses of the city girls he has dated continued until it was time to go. Has the city girl become so obsessed with successful careers that they have forgotten how to be girls? Have they experienced too much trauma in the dating game that they evolved into guarded wounded souls unwilling to love and be loved?
Matthew is a good catch, if someone could ever qualify for that label. As I sit across from him and his light brown eyes reflect the flicker of the candle on our table and light his face I can't help but wonder why he is in the predicament that he is in. The conversation with him is hardly boring. He is very animated, very funny, very intelligent. We share common interests - Sponge Bob Square Pants and The Incredibles.
Someone's loss, my gain - at least until red bean ice cream is served.
Anyone want a date with him? Email me your resumes. I will do the eliminations.