As a former “Bachelorette” contestant, Garofola knows he has no problem scoring with women — he goes on up to five first dates a week, which he says usually include a drink or two and nothing beyond a goodnight smooch on the cheek.But in the past two months, he’s been feeling spent by the mating game.’” Garofola meets most of the women he dates on Tinder, Bumble and the League.But while he claims he only swipes right on less than 10 percent of profiles, his good looks still net him more than 100 matches a week — and it’s tiring trying to keep up.“In New York, everyone has this feeling that they have limitless options,” the Gramercy-based lawyer tells The Post.
Sure bro, let's get to know each other between you grunting and trying to lift weights that are too heavy for you, and you can check out my cute butt in my yoga pants in between sets. Great, I'd love to be your New York City girlfriend for three months out of the year. And in a city with no time, real life dating is nearly impossible and the efficiency that online dating affords seems necessary.Sure, the numbers are in their favor: A survey by NYC’s Economic Research and Analysis group found that young single women in Manhattan outnumber single men nearly 2 to 1 — and it’s pressuring NYC’s most eligible bachelors to be on the prowl, even if it’s not what they really want.Here is what dating is really like in New York City. (he told you 10-ish) and walk into an apartment full of ten guys. The most exciting place you have sex other than a certain guy's bed is his couch..the Yankees game going on in the background. Did I mention you also got him a Cronut (this was during Summer 2013, a.k.a. You go out with a big group and end up alone with a friend of a friend.He pulls out his ex-girlfriend's tennis shoes that he didn't think to throw out (well, he didn't throw out the DVDs, so why throw out old tennis shoes, am I right? Guess he's still out of town on that family emergency..everything's okay! You start chatting with a guy on Ok Cupid (This is obviously going to end well, I mean, it started with Ok C...) and you try to make plans to meet up. The night ends with just the two of you and you exchange numbers. A year later, you guys all hang out again, same thing. Guess he fell into the toilet bowl and drowned to death? A guy scheduled two dates in one day -- one at brunch and another for drinks in the evening. His reasoning was that he knew he wasn't going to get lucky with a brunch date, so he might as well get tipsy at brunch and let that buzz carry over to the evening drinks, where he still had a shot with the second girl. The thing with dating in New York City is that we're all too selfish. You can get anything you want in the world at any time of the night as long as you can afford it, but no one has time. Conversation flows, you laugh at each other's lame jokes; it's going well, right?