And I jumped into that oddball dating scene headfirst.
I worked too much to even consider dating when I moved back to New York, aside from a few great make-out sessions in the local Irish pub at closing time.
I worked in a used bookstore, which was a petri dish of makeups, breakups, hookups, and that one customer who looked like Robert Goulet and always hung out near the Left Behind series.
I was also the hostess at a pizza place, which was a breeding ground for sexual harassment from inebriated customers trying to cop a feel on their way from the bathroom back to the table where their wife and kids were sitting.
We’ve got news: gone are the days when dating locals meant headingout to a club every weekend and ditching your mates.
Nowadays you can just sign up online and get browsing andchatting almost immediately.