If there’s one thing I won’t reveal on a first date, it’s my last name.
Thanks to a robust writing portfolio and popular dating blog, if a dude searches my name after our happy hour meet-up, he could discovereverything I think about dating, love, and sex. Sorry you’re not sorry, Google! It is sometimes really, really frustrating to have the thing that you love to do be the thing you can’t tell possible boyfriends about (until they get to know you, at least).
Even though it’s something I’ve dealt with since I started writing about my love life four years ago, I’ve never felt ashamed about any of my blog posts until a few weeks ago when I went out with Aaron.
After too many dud Tinder dates, I signed up for Match.com, convincing myself that the type of guys who paid to browse profiles might actually be looking for something serious instead of a one-night nothing. But a month flew by, and I wasn’t really meeting anyone of substance until I made some changes to my profile and was messaged by Aaron. He didn’t craft anything particularly special, but a few things caught my attention: He was also from North Carolina, also lived in the East Village, and just happened to be tall and handsome. We chatted online for a day or so before he suggested a classy cocktail lounge for Friday night.
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