ExposedNYC

So, although it may not have worked for me in high school, I’m not petrified of making the first move. I tried it last week with better results than usual.

I met up with my favorite married couple and three of their coworkers at a cute little bar in the east village. I was looking to celebrate my new job, and my friends wanted to promote some office camaraderie, so we got the best of both worlds.

The new additions were a girl and two guys, one who I thought was really cute, and one young and baby-faced. After being introduced I sat down to get to know a little about them. The girl was pretty quiet, and Baby Face and I discovered that we both grew up in the Northwest, so our conversation turned to reminiscing about sights from home. The cute one got bored and went to get a drink.

From there, the conversation turned to movies. After being seriously affected by Children of Men, I asked if either of them had seen it. The girl and Baby Face shook their heads no.

At that point, the cute one came back. I turned to ask if he had seen it, and barely had I finished the title when he responded emphatically. I got up declaring, “We have to talk,” and moved to sit next to him on a cozy booth.

The movie brought us into discussions of beliefs, our life’s goals, and our educational and professional backgrounds. It turns out we had a lot in common and similar ideals. When in mid-conversation a friend who had promised him a ride home called to say he was waiting out front, he seemed disappointed and suggested, “We have to finish this conversation later.”

I shook his hand and said it was nice to meet him, gave him my phone number, and congratulated myself for having the guts to approach him first. And I didn’t even have to ask him to dance.

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