Setups are generally a tricky proposition. Dating in general, no matter how you meet, you’ve already have an impression, talked to each other (whether in person or digitally) so you have somewhat of an idea of why you want to meet this person. A blind date is obviously a crazy idea for clear reasons, but a set up is a weird predicament. Someone who knows both of you thinks that it would be a good idea. So instead of a date being decided by mutual interest, it’s decided on the judgement of one person. For this date, the person that set us up was Lee.
Lee and I have been friends, well, if our friendship was a child, they’d be in college. She’s known me through thick and thin, and most importantly, she knows the nitty-gritty of what I refer to as my lovelife. There are maybe two people that I would trust to ever set me up on a date. Normally when you describe your ideal date to someone, you lie a little bit as to keep up appearances. With Lee, I don’t need to at all. Being so close for nearly two decades, you want the best for each other. Truth be told, she’s probably the only person that I’d allow to override my objections to a date, because she probably knows the difference between what I want, and what I should actually look for in someone.
So, I had bought tickets a while ago to the New York Philharmonic, because it was a one night only performance featuring a jazz musician that I loved. I obviously bought a pair of tickets because, well, going to a concert alone blows. What I had failed to take into account was the near total disdain of most people in my age group to both classical music and jazz, not to mention going to listen to it live. So, I asked Lee if she knew anyone that wanted to go. She’d been offering to set me up on a date for a while now, so she worked her magic (how one convinces someone to go on a date with a stranger is beyond me) and lo and behold, enter Jo.
Like I’ve previously said, first dates are kind of a tenuous thing. They should, by and large, be casual, fun, and offer plenty of time to get to know the person. The philharmonic is at best, one of those things, at worst, absolutely none. So, with a phone number in hand, I texted Jo and started setting everything up. I will say this, just texting her made me feel a lot more at ease. As someone who idealizes Sorkin-esque dialogue, a witty banter always makes me feel at home. With preparations done, and a barebones plan laid out I shot off a text to Lee.
Me: Quick question, did you paint it as a date or just a concert invite?
Me: Oh damn, pressure.
To Be Continued….
[Art Credit: Amelia Mikel]