Since I felt like a mean heartbreaker yesterday, I thought today I should take some time to appreciate the sweet moments in my New York dating career.

“Since you’re professional headline writer, I’d like you to answer my questions in the form of a headline. What’s your favorite place you’ve visited?” Me: “101 Ways to Plan a Copenhagen Vacation.” 6: “Wow!”

The Rocker:
“I really like you. You’re the first one I enjoyed talking to and didn’t feel moderate about.”

Mr. Wednesday Night:
When we were told it was a long wait for a table at a restaurant that didn’t take reservations, he told me he had backup reservations at another place. Planning ahead? Awesome!

French Soccer Player:
“You’re telling me you’re the editor who picks the headlines on How can I tell which ones you wrote? Do they say ‘by Candace’?”

Peruvian Surfer:
Saved my life by grabbing my arm when I was about to walk out in traffic near Grand Central.

St. Patrick’s Date:
“We should really get dessert. What do you like?”

The Rocker:
I point at Empanada Mama on 9th, and say that place is really good. I ate there last week. He smiles and says, “you know that’s a chain, right?” Me: (laughing) “I just recommended a chain? How embarrassing. That’s like me saying I had a great cheeseburger last night from this place called McDonald’s.” The Rocker is cracking up. Don’t worry, he says, it’s a New York chain you couldn’t have known. Last week my boss told me he wanted to take me to a “new New York” place – it was Qdoba.

I’m focused on finding directions on my iPhone while walking down the sidewalk. I look up in time to see a sign in front of me. “You won’t let me walk into any signs, right?” 6 puts his arm around me and says, “I will lead you around all obstacles.”

Mr. Wednesday Night:
Texts me to tell me he found a problem in a story on MSN. I text back to tell him I’ll get it fixed. He says “I’m going to tell all my friends I got something fixed because I know someone.” He brings it up again next time I see him, saying he really thought that was fun. I feel like a broken-link superhero.

Mr. Wednesday Night:
We’re saying goodbye in Union Square, when I go to kiss him on the cheek, “No,” he says sweetly and gives me a real kiss.

The Rocker:
I’m telling him I have tickets to “The Daily Show” at the end of May, and invite him. “That means you’ll have to like me for a whole month or I’m taking the ticket back.” “Shouldn’t be a problem,” he answers.

The Rocker:
“I probably shouldn’t say this, but you’re so much smarter than other girls I’ve dated.”

The Rocker:
Finds me in the bookstore, puts his arm around me and whispers in my ear, “you’re really pretty.”

Published by Candace

I’m a journalist, nutritionist, doting auntie, one-time bobsledder, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.

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