On a recent Wednesday, my friend Annie 1 went on her first date with a man she met through SeekingArrangement. James 2 was one of the first people I talked to on SeekingArrangement. His original messages were pretty removed and not the most authentic seeming, so I just kept chatting him and trying to tease it out.
Then it became this thing where he was clearly being much more authentic than I was, or, at least, appearing to be. We talked for a solid month, at least, maybe a tiny bit longer. The original plan was to meet for drinks on Monday, go shopping, eat a nice dinner, and then probably get drinks at the bar of the hotel where he was staying.
He messaged me to try to meet at an exceedingly fancy restaurant on Tuesday night, which I wish I could have done, except he ended up having a meeting with a celebrity. So, we just got drinks at around eleven on Wednesday, at the hotel bar, which was very chill and swanky. I walked into the lobby, where we had agreed to meet. He was gentlemanly and pulled out my chair when we sat down at the bar.
The weirdest thing about it was how it was just like, pretty normal in terms of what we talked about. We talked about movies, art museums, the housing market, and his job.
But he was clearly more of a noob than he was willing to admit. I just said late forties, because I thought he was in his early or mid-forties.
