Single in the City

Hi everyone! Or one or maybe two of you who are actually reading this... After watching Julie and Julia last night I was somewhat inspired to start a blog. Not because I'm doing anything even remotely worthwhile that I need to share with the world, but rather the exact opposite. I am living in New York City and have spent the past year being voluntarily (or so I tell myself) single. Over the course of the past 11 months I have been on plenty of dates, some good, some bad, and some ugly. But all at least leaving me entertained and with a good story to entertain my coworkers with the next day, so in the spirit of making you feel better about any of your past dates, I figured I would share some of my experiences here.

A little background first. I am 25 and have been living in NYC for 3 and a half years now. I came to the city doing long distance with my college boyfriend who was living in St. Paul. I was working in finance and was the only girl in my department, and as much as the guys put up with me during work, they weren't exactly dying to take me out with them on the weekend as they picked up "real" girls (I learned soon after starting work that I no longer counted as a real girl, but rather was one of the guys who knew nothing about sports and had no good stories to contribute after the weekend). Anyways, my bf at the time and I did long distance for a year during which I rarely went out in the city because I a) had no girlfriends to go out with, b) felt guilty when I did go out and c) was spending half my weekends either flying to Minnesota or hosting my bf here. I was fairly miserable. And you would think that after we broke up I would have learned my lesson about doing long distance, but no...instead I took a 2 week break and jumped into another long distance relationship with a college friend who lived in DC. As much as I enjoyed the 4 hour bus ride on Bolt and watching absurd amounts of One Tree Hill on dvd, I again felt like I was missing out on the New York nightlife and meeting people in the city. So last Christmas we broke up and I vowed to stay single for at least a year and enjoy my time in NYC.

But unlike the Drew Barrymore chick flick that inspired the title...I did NOT have 50 great first dates.