Weddings are wonderful, but there are some that seem to take on deeper significance than others and some that make you a little pensive. ‘I met him at a dinner party and thought he was hilarious.Since moving back to London in 2005, and now married, I think that I have probably been living vicariously through Alison’s NYC dating dilemmas. Try a blind date, suggested Alison after I shared my digital-dating disaster with her; at least they come recommended by a friend. He lives downtown, he’s a playwright and super-smart.’ As Barry waddled into the diner, my heart sank.


But because we love sharing our deepest innermost feelings and desires with YOU, we've asked you, our Big Apple readers, to submit your worst (albeit best! To make sure you're not sweating the prospect of being single forever, we've narrowed down our favorites (or least favorites, depending on how you look at it) to eight tales so truly horrific, you'll be ready to swear off men forever (plus accompanying artwork from The Blake Wright). 'Me: 'I normally drink Champagne, but I heard the Mojitos are great here, so I will go with that.' Him:'I'm on my fourth cup of coffee.'Me: 'Oh, rough night last night? Yes, that’s right, he showed up in full Civil War garb complete with a pipe and a gruff, antiquated speech pattern. ' I didn’t really hear from him after that, except for a text telling me that he lost his i Pod on the field, to which I replied, 'bummer.'""I met him on Ok Cupid. He invited me to meet him for drinks and asked me for a bar suggestion.

Okay, that's a lie, but click through to read first-person tales*—from a literal blind date to a Civil War fanatic—that you'll be sharing again and again. Or do."We all know that meeting in NYC can be difficult, and since I have lost count of the numerous people I know that have met on JDate or, I signed myself up on a dating site. The idea of being 'punked' crossed my mind, but it was clear that Henry, a cute, IT guy by day, was living in an era gone-by, when, as we exited to barhop over to R bar, he paused to light his pipe while cursing the 'blasted wind,' and began to tell a ghost story from the reenacted battlefields."And as he said goodbye to me and opened my cab door like a gentlemen, he asked for a second date. He seemed great, an engineer, 5'10" with dark brown hair, lives close by, very smart. Seeing as we are both Yankees fans, I asked him if he'd like to head to a sports bar to watch a game.

Sex and the City offered a stylish and contemporary guide to social and sexual mores in the Big Apple, teaching a generation about such concepts as exclusive dating and non-exclusive dating, A-list nights and B-list nights, and the three-day rule (as in the ‘always wait three days after the date to phone him otherwise you come across as too keen’ rule).

Unfortunately for me I moved to New York before Sex and the City had aired in the UK and was consequently a total ‘dating dunce’, as one of my co-workers so kindly put it.

If you want to be noticed and rise to the top, it pays to create the best possible profile and keep it polished and shiny.

Because if it doesn’t catch his interest right away, it only takes a single click for him to find one that does.

It took me a couple of months to realise that good old-fashioned British-style binge-drinking and alcohol-fuelled leeriness (even if the afore-mentioned alcohol was expensive, freshly made cocktails) just did not go down so well with New Yorkers, of either sex. She was my first real American friend and also became my dating wing-woman.

Like a military wing-man, she was always there at my side.

Several decades ago, at the Soviet Union times, those ladies were a complete mystery to a regular foreigner.

Is Brooklyn some kind of center of Russian-American culture?

As we get older the man-to-woman ratio moves more and more lopsided.