He was trim, tall, bearded (as they all seem to be), a recent transplant, having only lived in Seattle for a year or so and worked at a start-up, after burning out at Amazon (as they all seem to have).
He rode his bike around town; he had good taste in food and wine; and he lived across the street from where we were meeting.
The restaurant was about to close and we had to go elsewhere or part ways.
Even though I was bored, I wasn’t ready to go home, and I wanted to get a second drink. He was good-looking enough, but I wasn’t going to be able to get it up for a boring tech dude.
No, I spent a half hour or more listening to him talk about his job.
Our date—if you call these impromptu Internet meetings, dates—lasted an hour. One of the premiere players in the rental housing industry, the company recently surveyed single men who lease their homes rather than own to try and uncover some common behavioral trends. Not in these towns, which according to research conducted by Rent.com, represent the top ten cities for single men.And my city, Seattle, like San Francisco is lousy with them.It was all job speak—the type of language ladder-climbers use; it was the kind of talk that shuts vaginas down cold.
I hadn’t been out of the house all day, I work from home and I see no people except in a computer monitor, so human company, any kind really, was necessary.