Our first date lasted a whopping 19 minutes from pick up to drop off.

We had booze, we had cheese, we had music, and we had a great time. Afterwards, we went out to a couple bars, and I eventually walked her home.

We went our whole first year of teaching in NYC without going on a single date.

I hooked up with a celebrity once. Technically, he was a cartoon character.

We decided we’d stay socially distanced by going to a nearby park in London. Not going to lie, I got pretty drunk the day before with my housemate and stayed up until 3am.

We were planning on meeting at the Winslow because it was in my neighborhood (his choice, so brownie points already). I actually hate gin, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

I decided to try my hand with the Brits. I’ve always found that British accent charming and this guy’s hinge profile was CUTE. Beautiful blue eyes, blonde hair, tall, works with special needs children. I mean, say no more, I’m IN.

He’s updating me on the food and bar crawls he did with his friends as he’s chopping. Chatting, chopping, chatting, chopping. Then I hear an “oh no.”

I was on a date with a relatively interesting guy from Hinge. He seemed a little off but nothing out of the ordinary. We had BARELY finished our wine before he abruptly says, “I have to head uptown now…”

I was totally new to dating apps. Nobody told me height was a thing – and I never thought it would be because I always dated someone taller than me. So on my first date, I wore heels.

I know you might be the Queen of the Negaverse, but….pre-negging is not cool.

I looked at the fried rice, in the shape of a heart.

It was then that I knew, with him I could never part.

I went on an average date with a guy off Hinge. I followed up with a quick courtesy google when I got home, found his wedding registry.

Was this such an amazing kiss because I had fallen in love with this man? Or was this so amazing because I had fallen in love with New York?

This Australian surfer I had hooked up with was in London and I messaged him on Facebook and casually told him I was going to be there for the day for work and would love to meet up after if he was around. 

I walked in one day and the Barista told me that someone had a crush on me. I thought, “Oh god, is it one of the Baristas?”

I’m not sure why this seemingly meaningless date activity has marked the end of so many relationships.

The most thoughtful gesture. Again, absolute perfection. But I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

Our first date was at a McDonald’s in the middle of nowhere – 20 minutes from anything.