These experiences are only heightened when you live on a small, damp, expensive, trash island and its environs, smushed against eight million other busy, damp humans. Sometimes things go well, and that’s great, but sometimes, overwhelmed by the daily struggles and opportunities of the city, you end up thinking it’s a good idea to shvitz on your second date, or you argue about the price of Trader Joe’s tomatoes, or one of you finds an affordable studio around the corner from the other, and it’s simply too good to pass up.
Below, five women share their New York dating nightmares.
Turns out I would be saving about 20 cents if I just bought my tomatoes outside.
That’s 20 minutes about how he thinks Helvetica is completely overrated and overused.
Somehow the conversation eventually turned to grocery shopping and I mentioned how much I love Trader Joe’s. ” I’m confused and don’t actually remember how much I spend on tomatoes.
He then takes his shoes off and asks me if I can give him a back rub.
I was finally ready to make my exit and made something up about how my dog was freaking out inside and that I had to go in and calm her down.
When I moved to Brooklyn, I vowed not to make the same mistake, and I didn’t, until I went on several dates with the bartender at my favorite restaurant, one sneeze-length away from my apartment.