Pick Me Up At The Pierre

I only met one guy on Match.com. In person, that is. I was contacted by a man whose profile said he was 44, a businessman, tall, dark, handsome, and we shared the same background. Sounded great, right? I thought so too.

He wrote to me a few times, then suggested we meet. I figured, why not? I was going to chance it.

We made arrangements. He was going to be at a business meeting at the Pierre Hotel, which was near my apartment. He suggested meeting there after his meeting. I arrived at the Pierre at the scheduled time. I wore a cute pair of black slacks, turquoise blue sweater (it was winter) and a beautiful pair of turquoise blue suede Christian Louboutin booties, of course! Oh, and a little black and gold Chanel purse. Mmmm. Let’s just say, Blue Shoes was rockin’!

I looked for him at the bar. A tall, dark, handsome man in a suit got up and walked towards me. The closer her got, the more I realized it was him. My date, Hyman. Not bad, I thought.

He smiled, “Are you Blue Shoes Manhattan?” “Yes. Hyman?” He gave me a kiss hello and walked me over to his table. On the way, he informed me that he was not yet finished with his business meeting, but I could join them. He didn’t want me to mention that we were just meeting for the first time on a blind Match.com date. I agreed, but thought ‘Here we go!’

So, we are at the table, of about ten men. He introduced me. Everyone was very nice. But it really seemed like a very high-powered business meeting. It was actually really fun. I got along with them all so well, that they were all kissing me good-bye by the end of the meeting.

Hyman was really impressed with me. Hey, I made him look good. I probably made him like a couple of million dollars or something. What’d I get? A martini. But it was a really good martini, by the way.

Anyway, afterwards, we went to another spot nearby. I had another martini. Probably NOT a good idea, since I never ate dinner. He didn’t drink at all. But we were really getting along. Really connecting. He seemed to be into me. I seemed to be into him. Although I got a little tipsy from the martinis. The millionaire matchmaker, Patty Stanger says, “No more than two drinks on a date.” She’s right. Well, I only had two.

He walked get me in a cab at the end of the date. Then, called me when he got home, to tell me what a wonderful time he’d had. I was thrilled. So happy that Match.com had worked! I was really looking forward to seeing him again.

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Hmmm.

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Haven’t heard from Hyman. I’ll email him.

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Hmmm.

Maybe I’ll text him.

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Maybe I’ll call him.

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Valentine’s Day. I got a text picture of a rose. Great. Happy Valentine’s Day to me. And you wonder why I hate Valentine’s Day?

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This is torture already.

Ok, ok. You get the picture, right?

Right. You guessed it. I never heard from friggin’ Hyman again.

Screw Match.com!!

AND the freakin’ Pierre Hotel.