7 min in hell

I had been talking to a guy online for a couple of years. We never met because he live in Arizona, while I lived in NYC. A couple of months back, we re-connected via IM and text and it turned out he not only moved to NYC for medical school but he moved 2 buildings down from me.

One night, we are texting and it gets to be around 10:00pm and he says, "hey, since we live next door to each other, why don't we just meet up right now and go for a walk or something? you know, just to meet finally!" I figured "sure, why not?"

The plan was to meet in front of his building at 11:00pm.

I get my makeup on. Get some cute shoes on and throw together a casual but clearly well planned outfit. (you never know).

I walk next door and when he comes out, he CLEARLY had not thought to change out of whatever he was wearing. Fine he's a guy i can deal with that. We walk down the block, chatting about nothingness, get to the corner and he decides we should turn around and go somewhere back in the direction we came from. I think "ok whatever"

As we begin approaching to pass my building he says "sooooo don't you want to show me your apt?" to which i don't even look at him as I roll my eyes and respond "ummm no".

Apparently that was not the answer he was hoping for since the next words out of his mouth were "oh ok, well have a good night then" and kept on walking home.

Within 7 min of leaving my apt I was back home.....2 min later though I received a text from him continuing the text conversation we had prior to meeting up, as of the 7 minutes never happened.

I think my favorite reaction to this date was my friends husband saying "well if the date was 7 min, and he wanted to come up, just imagine the 30 seconds of pleasure you could have experienced"

..... and on that note Welcome to My Serial Dating Life!