I barely told him about mine and he started going off.He was so grumpy and aggro as he told me about the terrible day he was having, how he’s sick of SF, how no one here is interested in being creative so he’s hoping to move to Portland or New York or LA, somewhere with real creative minds, etc.Sunday was Valentine’s Day and leading up to it, we shared some super sweet stories from couples who met each other online.Sadly, not every online date ends in a happily ever after — in fact, some end in, “see you never” and we have some truly awful first (and last) date stories for you.Damn, I had left them at work — but this was the perfect out. I might check email and stuff before heading out, thanks for the date, etc.With online dating as ubiquitous as it is (nine out of 10 single Americans are online!), more people are dating via the Internet than ever before.I sat mostly in silence, minus the questions I prompted him with to look engaged but it was so hard to pay attention. But when he came back, he was a completely different person. Luckily my office is on the cusp of Fi Di and SOMA so it was close by, but here’s the kicker — I don’t have a doorman and I didn’t want him to know where I worked.
Thankfully, V-Day is behind us, because these stories might make it hard to feel romantic. “This date was my first and last date on The League.
I had used the app for months but never found anyone interesting until this guy. employed, lives in the city, looked cool/interesting).
I considered just walking out but didn’t want to be rude so I waited. Now all of a sudden he knew everyone in the industry, his dad is super well connected, he used to date Peter Thiel’s assistant (and went on about that relationship for a while) knows this person and that person and goes to the Battery, etc. One minute he hates SF and the next minute he was the typical startup name dropper. No, no, I said — I have a long day tomorrow and need to get home. I remember finding one on Howard and something, and told him, ‘OK, this is me!
It was getting late and cold, and when I reached into my bag to grab a sweater I realized my keys, which always sit in the same pocket in my purse weren’t there. He wouldn’t stop so I finally told him my office had a doorman that leaves by pm so I had to get my keys before then. ’ He asked if he should wait and I said no, it’s fine.
I was out at happy hour with girls from work when he texted asking if I wanted to get a drink.
I had nothing to do that night so why not, I thought. I introduced myself and we started small talk about our days.