Break the Ice: Bond St (7/5/2007)

“So do you like this guy?” Victoria asked, reaching for her martini.

“I don’t know. I haven’t gone out with him yet.” I shrugged in response

Victoria, Lil and I were enjoying a girl’s night out dinner at Bond St. After out meal I had convinced the girls to scoop out the nearby bar I would be meeting the Super Lawyer at for our first date later in the week.

“We’ll if you don’t like him; I have someone I want to fix you up with.”

Several weeks later the Super Lawyer made a closing argument on our relationship and I decided to take Victoria up on her offer. The friend she wanted to set me up with was a chef who had attended CIA (The Culinary Institute of America). The following week he was hosting a fundraising dinner and Victoria and I decided it was the perfect opportunity for me to meet him.

I purchased the $80 ticket and supplemented it with a $90 outfit, then poured myself into three inch heels and met Victoria for the dinner. I didn’t know much about Victoria’s friend; expect that he was gainfully employed. Luckily, my standards were pretty low after being dumped via text message by the Super Lawyer.

Before the first course was served we caught sight of Mr. CIA and he came over to talk to Victoria. I quickly reapplied lip gloss and prepared for the introduction.

“I haven’t seen you in a while. What’s new?” Victoria asked

“Oh, I’m good. I just moved In with my girlfriend…..”

The conversation lasted all of ten seconds and then I went hysterically deaf and stopped sucking in my stomach. I started having flashbacks to one party in college when I found out my date was a virgin during a game of “I never”. My response to both situations was the same; start drinking, because you aren’t getting any.

I waited for Mr.CIA to leave and excused myself to the bathroom with Victoria where I could strangle her in private. Apparently the concept of vetting my potential date never crossed Victoria's mind.

I may not always make the best choices when it comes dating, but still I never let Victoria attempt to set me up again. When the party ended, I shoved two full bottles of leftover wine into my purse and called it even. At least I wasn't going home alone.

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