date 1 - almost trumpet

I started to get seriously into this online dating thing a couple of weeks ago. Something to do with a recent breakup (Is it time to write about my one-"successful"- dating-story?
Fine, better now than whenever....

The Oompa Loompa story
He was smart, he was sweet, he was introduced by a sibling (extra-brownie points after you turn 30s), he had a real job (we will discuss real jobs later), he chose good places to go to, we had a lot in common, it made sense and... I fell in love. 
So did he.
Problem? height.
Seriously. I am a couple of centimeters (about two) taller than him. I thought it was cute, he didn't. 
Oh, and he felt too much or whatever. Ok, so he broke my heart, I had a pretty sucky month and he was mature enough to leave it open ended so I could still hope and not get over him fast enough. So, yeah.


Back to the first date:
Not the usual guy I would go out with, but why not? You never really know, right?
It was on a Saturday, I was writing my Final Papers. I was very busy and also very eager to procrastinate. We were going to meet at the Neue Gallery (little did I know how significant that place would be!) but it was raining and I was busy and I switched the place to someone closer to home.
I went. 
He had seen me walking there (from his subway stop). So he had identified my behind before anything else. (Not sure what to think of this).
He is a trumpet player, or was a trumpet player or has a trumpet in his abode and knows how to play it but doesn't really want to play (because you need to practice every day). He teaches trumpet playing to children, but he isn't very happy about the trumpet part. He does like teaching.
He has a passion and love for Vienna. He thinks about pursuing an academic career that has something to do with Vienna (now you understand the Neue Gallery part?). 
I asked him why he doesn't move there. A woman. It is always a woman. He had stayed with her on a previous trip. She would stay with him now. Something could happen. Or not.
At a party or something of the sort she met another man. He lived in a more convenient place. She said she was going to go with him. Almost trumpet player got his Vienna invaded by a Manhattanite.
Brooklyn was too far away.
I ate my pain au chocolat. I drank my coffee and 45 minutes into the conversation I said I had to go. I was very bored.
 I already had his life story. I had some Final Papers to write.