We were at Megu, a pricey Japanese restaurant in Midtown Manhattan, eating perfectly cooked Kobe beef.
My companion, a wealthy finance type, was telling me all about himself and posing questions that suggested he was interested in me.
The next few people who reached out to me through Seeking Arrangement were not up my alley.
One man complained that his disability made it difficult for him to pick up women.
The less she asks for, the more she gets.” If his expression could speak, it would have said, “Don’t expect cash, bitch.”“Sounds fair,” I said.
But Hank’s last statement felt somewhat threatening.
When he invited me back to his apartment, I felt torn.
I need a tall, blonde girlfriend.”When the waiter arrived, I ordered a very necessary glass of Sauvignon Blanc. I allowed Hank to feed me a piece of meat and chewed thoroughly.Unsurprisingly, Hank made a move on me, and I kissed him for a split second before withdrawing abruptly. I sensed that he wanted a puppet more than a girlfriend, and no amount of gifts or pampering could compensate for having to deal with such a controlling person.So I scrambled to the front door—thankfully, it was unlocked—and bid Hank good riddance.The rest of Hank’s profile, which told me that he was middle-aged, played sports, and worked in finance, was of less interest.We set up a date and specified what we’d be wearing so that we could recognize each other—a navy-blue baby-doll dress and black tights for me, a striped button-down and a maroon cashmere vest for him.