Last week, while out with dating coach Thomas Edwards, I told him, “You’ll be really proud of me. The way I handle women now, in public spaces is completely different from when you first met me.” What I didn’t realize at the time, was how much I was going to prove myself te accuracy of that statement. It was Friday evening, and I was out with friends at a new, trendy midtown bar. The night had been good to me: drinks were had, I flirted with their co-workers (who at this point had left), and was ready for the continued, evening adventures. As things were wrapping up, a tall women passed the group. “Damn, she’s really tall! I wonder how tall she is?” my friend asked me. Even though she was merely being inquisitive, it made me consider, finding the answer to the question. I was now determined to find out how tall she was.
This would require an approach. [Read The Rest Of This Entry]
This is the most complex blog post I written about any date. As Single City Guy, I have the luxury of writing anonymously about my dates, remaining honest about how well they went, and not worry that my dates are going to read them. If they happen to stumble upon it by chance, I have the ability to deny it was me. This post is different, I do not have that luxury here. I’ve entered a situation where a woman who I’ve gone out with twice knows my dating alter-ego. Here’s how it happened.
