Time's Up -- For Now
At the end of the two months, I'd racked up four dates from HurryDate, 14 from Match.com, one from a matchmaker, and three from swing dancing. While many of the guys I met fell into the Mr. Maybe or Mr. Not At All categories, the experience got me back in the game.
As in any situation, the more you do something, the better you get at it. I've even started to strike up conversations with men in the supermarket and video store. Meanwhile, Paolo is back in New York and we have been seeing each other regularly. The other night, cuddled up on my couch, we ordered Chinese food, and rented Barefoot in the Park. We laughed at the same scenes. In his sexy Italian accent, he asked, "Are your serial dating days over?" I looked into his big brown eyes, watched a warm smile spread across his face, and secretly hoped that I would never have to go on another date.
