Lunch only dating

The building directory ever-so-discreetly listed my destination as “IJL.” Walking into the “happy” yellow-walled lobby and blaring Frank Sinatra initially sickened me, but luckily Lizzie and her Limited Express sexy-executive pantsuit whisked me into her private office before I had time to fixate.Her walls were adorned with framed, triumphant-looking human interest articles from a variety of second-rate publications.

We’ll ask about your relationship goals, personal interests, hobbies and more.

And not to worry, we’ll make it as easy as possible.

All this kept my mind returning to those It’s Just Lunch in-flight magazine ads I resorted to reading on my last flight after I abandoned whatever dep transcripts I was supposed to be reviewing.

Aside from the ridiculous name, I couldn’t help but find something a little bewitching about the concept. ” Moreover, it seems that any man who would sign himself up for It’s Just Lunch MUST be incredibly desperate, and having that upper hand does wonders for my insecurities.

My friends have run out of single guys to introduce me to.

There’s even a running joke about the fact that I’ve dated THREE childhood friends of one of my law school classmates.

For starters, it wasn’t clear from Lizzie’s tone on the phone whether I was being invited to a sales pitch or an audition.

As a lawyer, I’m conditioned to think in terms of tiers and rankings, and I was terrified of being banished to a lower, unspoken tier in the It’s Just Lunch dating pool if I showed up looking the least bit unpolished.

And don’t get me started on meeting a potential husband in a bar.

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