Online dating was a brilliant way to meet new people and explore a new city when I moved to New York. For the most part I was successful with it, but nothing in life is 100% wonderful all of the time.
This guy’s online profile talked about his love for music and the arts, but my hopes for sophisticated conversation about concerts, galleries, and favorite musicians were crushed when I was met by a dude in half-laced tennis shoes, a black concert t-shirt, and a raggedy messenger bag with a babka inside.
Cherry Cheese Babka, photo by smalltowngirl
The only time this smalltowngirl had ever even heard of babka was on the infamous Seinfeld episode during which Elaine waited in a long line for a chocolate babka to take with her to a holiday party.
I was simultaneously amused and appalled that this guy, who incidentally looked not unlike a younger version of George Castanza (he even lived with his mom on Staten Island) brought a messenger-bag-smooshed babka to me on a first date.
Oddly, this wasn’t the first time that a man brought me baked goods on a first date. Babka Boy’s first date with me was also his last, so single men of the world take heed that baked goods are best off kept removed from first dates.
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Let’s hear about some MO dates!
I don’t know, I probably wouldn’t turn down freshly baked cookies