We flew from Ireland to New York, where I had a two-on-one date with Mackenzie, the marine biologist, and Nina, who resided in the city. I decided at the end of it to let both of them go. I knew it was a relief to Nina, who told me she liked me as a person, but couldn't see it going any further. I regretted not having chemistry with her, because I really valued her mature and realistic honesty. Mackenzie was another story. She burst into hysterical tears and buried herself into my shoulder, swearing that she could make this work and to please give us a chance. I felt like a horrible person making her that upset, but I just knew she wasn't the girl for me. She was nice but there was no spark, and unfortunately I wasn't the type of man to string women along. The right guy was out there for her, and I wasn't going to hold her back from that. I'd taken five other girls on a group date to the Statue of Liberty. City folk weren't usually my thing, but even I could admit that New York was a spectacle all of its own.
