No Outer Boros
I look forward to my daily 12:14pm phone alert with my new Bagel for the day and today’s bagel was stale…
A Coffee Meets Bagel guy called me tonight. He lives in NJ and I thought I would be optimistic about this one and expand my zip code since dating guys in NYC hasn’t been working out so well for me lately. After this very brief phone call I think I’ll continue to keep my dating within the 5 boroughs (except Staten Island).
Bagel: “I owned a house in South Jersey, sold it, and moved to Hoboken.”
Coffee (that’s me): (I’m thinking that’s code for he got a divorce, no biggie, I’ve been down that road before!)
Bagel: “But I’m getting sick of Hoboken. I need a garage, air, space, a house. So do you own a car?”
Coffee:”Hmmmm, I don’t miss driving at all. I just hop on a plane when I need some air.”
Bagel: “You sound like a nice person, but we are on different pages. Have a good night.”
Coffee: ” Yes, I agree. Good luck!” (I’m glad he called and we figured this one out quickly!)
The End.