It happens on a Sunday afternoon in the Theatre District.
We had postponed meeting a couple of times. Or, rather, I had postponed meeting because I had met others instead! (oh, the pleasures of being sought after!)
He chose a bar called Rum something. I don't really do Rum but hell, this has been all about experimentation.
He is attractive. He is also wearing a jacket/ blazer in a very hot day. He is drinking a glass of wine, he asks me what I want. I tell him to order something light and fresh. He does it well.
He is an accountant at JP Morgan. I ask him to explain to me what he does.
He basically sees movements in the market and follows those movements, and then he creates names for patterns. So, I said, you are like a philosopher. You see things that happen with things that don't really exist, and you name them. I doubt he has ever seen himself that way.
He works out, sometimes. He has never been to BAM. He is learning how to play golf. He sprints from hole to hole, he says, so he makes it less boring.
He tells me about his Internet dating, how some girls are just boring and you can't really move the conversation anywhere. I tell him about my nightmare dates/ funny anecdotes. He asks me if he will now be the guy in a blazer on a hot summer day. I smile and I know he is right.
His longest relationship lasted five years. Many of those years it was a long distance relationship She finally moved to NYC so they could be together. They lived apart for another year or so and then they moved in together. It was a disaster. But not the kind of disasters I can imagine, with flying plates and yelling and hot-make-up sex. His disaster was more of an uncomfortable feeling that it just did not work out. They separated. She moved back to London.
I wish I could write more about him, but he is boring, very very boring. There was really nothing we could talk about because he is one of those human beings who just passes thru life barely breathing life in. I did feel tenderness towards him.
He is still texting me, he wants a repeat. I highly doubt I could do a whole dinner with him.
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