The future is predicated on what we do in the present. The future is going to happen regardless of my minuscule existence in the line of time. The question is what should my future, or your future look like?
Last year when I returned to New York, I returned with a vigor to find someone to spend my present and potentially future with. As a Jewish man who had never dated a Jewish lady, I thought it was time to shape my future with someone from a similar background (our past also dictates our future..I’m divorced from a catholic woman). I joined jDate. Within an hour of my online dating profile going live I was inundated with emails from famished Jewish women. I was like a slab of raw meat tossed into a tiger’s cage.
Many of you must be thinking this is great. The proverbial pick of the litter. The only problem is that the demographics of the litter was just that, litter.
I went out on many first dates and much fewer second dates and I think only one third date. One of the more memorable first dates started at a tea/coffee place in NoLita. Tea/coffee was chosen because I believe I had mentioned that I had recently stopped drinking alcohol and would rather have tea. A couple months prior I had acute pancreatitis from drinking too much, so I was on the wagon for a while to heal.
I met the girl out front of the establishment and we did the obligatory cheeky kiss hello. She then said “So, you’re in AA too?” It felt like time stood still while I scratched my head and wondered why she would start off with such a silly phrased sentence. I mean, if she dropped the ‘too’ at the end, you wouldn’t be reading this. I responded “no, I just got sick from drinking too much when I was in Barbados.” I felt like a pirate.
Let the awkwardness begin. We ordered some tea, which really was just a formality. We had some unremarkable conversation all while my head was spinning on the ‘too’ part of her opening line.
I asked; “So, I guess you’re in AA?” She then corrected me by saying “No, I’m in NA.” NA is Narcotics Anonymous. Uh Oh… She then started telling about her former cocaine use, abuse and addiction. I was, unfortunately, fascinated. I started paying attention to her body language. She looked as if she was on coke at the time. Fidgety would be an understatement. I was waiting for her to take some of the tea leaves and massage it on her gums. She was talking quite fast and started telling me about the surgery she needs on her nose because she no longer has cartilage. Gross. As a former prosecutor in Miami, I asked if she had ever been arrested. She appeared to be on a cathartic roll and answered that she had been arrested, in Las Vegas. The story was that she was completely naked, in a bathroom stall, snorting coke when a butch female cop kicked the door open and arrested her. The depravity in me was slightly turned on by that but the reality of it made me want to run.
Despite many of the things on this blog, I’m not really an abrasive guy. Yes, I wanted to run from this disaster of a first date, but I didn’t want this seemingly fragile woman to fear honesty in the future (see there is the ‘future’ theme here). I walked her home. It was a painfully long walk to her apartment. As we approached she pointed out her building. Standing on the street in front was a homeless man with his penis exposed toward the street as he urinated. She invited me upstairs. Despite the feeling that I had carte blanche to her body, the mature me wished her a good night and I was free of the disaster. I’m sure she will make someone very happy. With about 13.5 million Jews worldwide, she wouldn’t be the one for me.
I digress. The future is what we make of it here in the present. In furtherance of that I feel as though I have a belated vigor to shape what my future will bring. Writing this blog is part of that and I hope you like it.