"But even if it hadn't, Douglas would've stepped right over it. On our first date, something felt different. For one thing, I spent the entire time talking, rather than smiling and nodding when appropriate. Instead of knocking back a series of drinks just to get through it, I found myself nursing a single cocktail the entire evening as I fielded his questions about my opinions and aspirations."
"Weeks went by before we arranged a second date, but when he kissed me on that crisp autumn night in Brooklyn Bridge Park after a perfect evening of Italian food, ice-cream and debating politics, a rogue thought crashed unbidden into my mind: You're kissing the man you're going to marry. I didn't think I was looking for anything as serious as a husband, but the thought was so loud and so clear, I journalled about it that night."
"Things were going well and I fell for him hard. A few weeks later we were meeting for dinner at a dumpling place in Williamsburg; as soon as he arrived I sensed something was off. When we finally sat down he said he'd been offered a job in Melbourne, Australia. My stomach sank. I cried all the way home in the cab then called my mum, sobbing."
In 2015 a young journalist and part-time comedian lived in New York City and struggled with disappointing dating experiences. A first date with Douglas felt unusually engaging: deep conversation, attentive questions, and apparent common decency. After their initial evening she phoned her mother excitedly. Weeks later a second date ended with a kiss in Brooklyn Bridge Park and a sudden conviction that she was kissing the man she would marry, which she journalled that night. She fell deeply for him. At a later dinner in Williamsburg he revealed a job offer in Melbourne, Australia, triggering an emotional response and calls to her mother.
Read at www.theguardian.com
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