Each week, The Post sends readers on a blind date. Here’s how it went:
SantaCon can be a tricky minefield of drunk holiday cheer to navigate no matter what the circumstances are; throw a brunch date in the middle of it and things can get even more interesting.
Heath, 34, and Sarah, 29, found themselves spotting people in Santa suits from the windows of Rossopomodoro, the West Village outpost of the popular Naples, Italy-based wood-fired pizza joint, as SantaCon enveloped all five boroughs last weekend. Sarah, a recruiter for nonprofits, said it made for good conversation topics with Heath, a concert producer.
Will they make a connection or will their date end up in the gutter like so much Santa vomit? Read on to find out:
SHE SAID: ★★
I thought Heath was really cute, but not necessarily my type — my type is more Midwestern, the boy-next-door type. He felt very East Coast to me. I’m also not a huge fan of beards; I never know what’s going on under the beard. We spent a good amount of the date bashing on SantaCon, mostly because we kept watching Santas and elves and all those drunkards walking by. I wasn’t blown away, but I had a good time. If he calls, I’d go out with him again.
HE SAID: ★½
We had very little in common: She wasn’t a big music person, doesn’t go out a lot. I think she said at one point, “I’ve had more to drink here than I have in the past three months.” She also doesn’t really eat a lot of meat, and I tend to date people who are more forward-thinking [with food] and eat everything. I have no plans on calling her — it was more of a “being-polite” phone-number exchange.
ABOUT THE VENUE:
Heath and Sarah enjoyed “outrageously good” bloody marys and pizza at Rossopomodoro (118 Greenwich Ave.; rossopizza.com).
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