A few months ago, JB, a 27-year-old financial analyst from the West Village, was facing a dilemma. Which of the two girlfriends he was “exclusively” dating should he wine and dine that night?
GF No. 1 — the conservative Upper East Side Ivy League grad who works in finance and whom he’d been dating for a year?
Or GF No. 2 — the quirky Park Slope hipster with a creative ad-agency gig, whom he’d been seeing for six months? Like many eligible Big Apple bachelors, JB — who asked that his full name not be used — is guilty of double-borough dating.
He calls the practice “fun and naughty.”
After selecting Miss Brooklyn as his dinner companion, he convinced Miss Manhattan he was going out with his buddies, while secretly squiring his Park Slope princess to a cozy LES restaurant. After canoodling his way to the hostess stand on the arm of his second girl, JB was seated for dinner — right next to his first lady.
“I never thought I’d get caught. It was humiliating because I couldn’t run or escape the situation.”
Indeed, one allure of double-borough dating is the belief, however erroneous, that courting women from distinct and distant neighborhoods will ensure the lucky ladies never cross paths.