Seven dinners after my first tawk, the phone rang on a Monday night and like Pavlov’s dog I began to salivate. As described by Kenneth, my new date was a tall, handsome doctor.

Tawkify pops them out faster than kittens, but just as cute!

Mr. Darcy (name changed for their own good) impressed me from the first sentence; “hello Victoria.” That simple. Yet, when a stranger– with sexy vocal cords– utters my name I’m more attentive. Mr. Darcy started off the conversation talking about the Knicks, as he happened to watch the game before the call. Just the Knicks alone led to 2 different topics. Not only did we find out that we both played basketball in school, but Mr. Darcy also opened up about his connection to Jeremy Lin. Well, figuratively.

He painted a vivid painting of himself within 5 minutes — I had an idea of his physical appearance and sentimental nature without seeing a photo or reading his dating profile. But most importantly he did not solely talk about himself — he merely included himself in the topics we both related to.

Mr. Darcy interrupted our bursts of laughs and me-toos to ask for my number since the phone call was about to end. Yes, yes take my number down, quick, before the call drops– 917-609…. beeeeeeep.

The call ended… My dating life in a nutshell.