Dating in a new city
During my time in New York, I’ve met and dated a few actually somewhat normal human men. You can go there and do anything, and be anybody you want.
New York City is amazing in a lot of ways, but for a single woman, it’s no “Sex and the City.” Ellie Bufkin is a breaking news reporter at The Washington Examiner and a senior contributor to The Federalist.
With ever-rising rent and a cost of living at comically high levels, most people find themselves spending their first year (or first ten) in New York fretting about how to survive, not enjoying the life of glamour, dating, and culture they imagined.
Like many singles before me, I moved to the city with wide-eyed optimism about my new chic life, and thought New York to be rich with romantic possibilities. New York does have a lot of people, but I have yet to be convinced that more than 1 percent of those people are actually dateable.
Reality has a hard history of not matching expectations, and New York is not an exception.
A friend offered to set me up with a guy friend of hers, whom she described as “really sweet, really stable.” I was excited to meet him.
I respected my friend, and she knew my sense of humor and my values, so I hoped the guy was on the same page.
He explained that his roommates were always around, so it was better to hang at my place.
After about a month, I learned his “roommates” were actually a live-in girlfriend.
When he began to reveal his deeply left-wing political values, I decided that I would not just cut and run, but stick it out, and maybe find some common ground.