Peter Pan Men of New York City: They were funny, understatement-and then left

It’s 8:30 am and I woke up at my best friend’s Chelsea apartment and the phone was buzzing.

I only had 24 hours in New York to be downplayed, and I already had three men hit me on a date.

WHO yes she? !

I should start saying: This is not normal for me. Am I frantically swiping on the app, trying to lock in some fun? No. I met their IRL (For Baby Boomers: In Real Life) one night in a bar called “Don’t Disturb.”

Obviously, they didn’t notice – I’m very important here. This speaker is located in the heart of Nishimura and is my first stop – flying directly to meet my girlfriend to meet a long-term chase.

I expected our latest date escape and the delicious Mac’n’ cheese and martini laughter was terrible. What I didn’t expect was for myself, three girlfriends would be surrounded by men in a dim bar at 10 pm, perfect for those squirting eyes, drinks available on the left, right and center.

Now, let me know – I’m not a supermodel. Actually, I’m not even in my 20s. So watching it all will be miraculous for my self-esteem.

But what did I realize quickly in the next 10 days? New York men are definitely professionals and make you feel like the hottest woman alive.

Just don’t expect them to stick with it.

Yes, I stumbled upon a city full of Peter Pans – men who refuse to grow up. They are charming, bold and confident. Unlike Sydney or London’s hesitant “waiting three days to text” guys, these guys will walk up to you in the bar, flashing a dazzling smile (usually by those obsessed teeth – obsessed here) and locking the plan before you exchange names.

Not a dirty guy, “Hey, what are you ladies drinking?” But the method is: more confident, “I am I shooting” way, which is intoxicating.

The first guy I met was sitting alone in a bar and I wouldn’t lie- that was leaving my beard behind. Oh, how much I love a bearded man. I blame “Yellow Stone”.“

We locked our eyes as I pointed him at a friend and he motioned for me to come over.

Bold. I like it.

I hang out – OK, I’m a Martini, so my help can be explained in several ways – we left and opened the fire. He bought me a Negroni, told me about his job, asked me about things, and within minutes we exchanged Instagram handles before I was pulled to a group of finance brothers chatting.

Don’t brag, but I lay on an Australian accent. It works.

Before the night ended, I also found a small part of a new “Goggle Girl” series with bartenders and a guy who also swapped Insta handles with bartenders and a guy (“Can I get your phone call?”).

Oh, New York, you real Bring out a series of men.

The next night, I was invited to the Australian Bar Launch Party in the city center and I was ashamed to say that I wasted a perfect New York night to perform with the Australians.

But never worry – I made up for that later that week.

Send me the next night and invite me to Soho House, the guy from the “Goggle Girl” (or 3GS) texts me. But I’ve said the Australian bar experience was such a brutal hangover that I turned down a good invitation.

Shame, Jana – Shameful!

But, I do have fun with bearded guys. We decided to try cocktails at every bar we encountered Noho – he gave me the best sales pitch on why he was a “great man” and was in the middle of giving me his phone, showing him dancing on the Hamptons party on the deck of the Hamptons and sitting in boxes at professional basketball games.

Dingling!

What is that sound? Oh, just Peter Pan’s wake-up call.

But, I don’t mind because I had a great time. At the end, the night was approaching and some beautiful DM was done the next morning.

But the second date? please. The PP has a full diary – no doubt, it is a full lineup.

Then there are firefighters.

Yes, a real firefighter. While walking, I discovered a classic New York Fire Department and took pictures. Just as I lifted my phone, a very chiseled firefighter appeared, smiled, and asked, “Do you want me to pose for you?”

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Not only did he make a pose, he then smoothly asked for my phone number and slid into my text a few minutes later with cheeky follow-up messages and a photo of “He at Work”.

I think it’s not the first time he’s using the pickup cable.

At this point, I began to think that New York might just be the corner city on Earth.

I’ve been sitting on the evidence of the past. If you read my previous columns, you will remember Mr. Big – a New Yorker with a thriving voice, a bigger self sweeping my feet in my last time in my town.

Without giving up his identity, he played jokingly many times about what men were looking for in their partners, lyricism about romance and how men should properly propose to women.

His confidence is not on the chart, oh how did I surrender. He has the ability to support it? Excellently…

As I wrote in my previous post, this man has intrigued me. He kept in touch between my trip to New York, assured me the whole fantasy – a romantic weekend outside his suburbs, an upscale dinner, works.

What did I arrive this time? ghost.

Yes, I get it New York By a very clever disguise by Peter Pan. Oh, I went straight into that trap.

But, you know, they aren’t all bad guys. (Okay, Mr Big is a little ad-K). They are just Peter Pans who are not interested in growing up.

It makes sense when you think about it. New York is known for attracting people who are chasing excitement, whether in business or in romance. Why settle when there are fresh women spins in every bar when it comes to dates?

People were attracted by the city. They are making money from working hours – their time is outdated and has a great time.

When I caught up with my girlfriend at brunch, the theory was supported by the next Sunday and filled them in my Japan streamlined week. They know these Peter Pans very well and share their experiences with the fun but short-lived charismatic ones.

Now, don’t brag, but my girlfriend is hot. They have great work, great faces and killer attitudes. In any other city, their heart rate will be pounding.

But in New York? Like most single women in their 30s, they are on the struggle streets, dealing with men hunter Once they catch their prey, he gets bored.

I quickly realized that my friend was right. Locking first date? Simple. The second date? OK, where is that fun?

So, would I suggest falling to Peter Pan in New York? Absolutely not.

But, do I suggest having you flirt in the bar, taking you on a whirlwind adventure, and bringing you cheeky words to recall later?

One hundred percent.

Just make sure you “do it for the plot” instead of “do it for the ring”.

Free flight, Peter Pans, free flight…