A Review of My Date with Brian of


Lately, Brian Moore of has been getting a lot of attention. We’ve covered him, and so have the Daily News and NPR. The 23-year-old advertising agency intern is on a mission to date 30 women in 30 days, and last night, I was one of them.

After Leslie’s coverage, we figured it was only right for one of the four Runnin’ Scared female staff members to date the guy. I applied (you actually have to apply online…for a date) and got an email with the subject line, “Would you like to go on a date?” Uh, sure. After I had disclosed my reporter status and agreed to sign a release form (romantic!), we were all set.

Here is what it’s like to Date Brian. I’ve rated parts of the date on a 1-10 scale, 1 being “need to get much drunker, much more quickly, in order to stand this date” and 10 being “swoon!”

Brian and I met up in City Hall Park, with a plan of walking over the Brooklyn Bridge and getting ice cream. Brian’s flirty text message style was practiced and effective.

Number of drinks (very old Coronas found in fridge) consumed pre-date: 2

My outfit, crowd-sourced among the female Runnin’ Scared staff: 10 (adorable summer dress with matching sandals)
Brian’s outfit: 7 (plaid shirt, jeans, cool shoes…but, GIANT red backpack?)

Part 1 (walking across bridge): 7.5

Walking over the bridge was lovely. I was having trouble turning the reporter off, though, and ended up drilling my date with questions. Brian told me that it was the “magic hour,” in which the light is perfect for photos, or something. He made me take a photo with him, which turned out pretty cute, but I almost got hit by someone on a bike.

Dinner: 8

Brian, ever the gentleman (really) suggested dinner, at a cute Middle Eastern restaurant a few blocks from the bridge. It turned out the restaurant was BYOB, so Brian ran over to the nearest wine store.

While there, he texted, “What do you think of Pinot Grigio? Or would you rather do Chardonnay?” I said Pinot Grigio so that it would seem like I knew what I was talking about.

At some point during dinner I began to live-tweet the experience, for what it’s worth. I guess I was kind of nervous.

Post-Dinner: 9

We got ice cream at the Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory (strawberry for me, vanilla chocolate chip for him) and at one point kind of fed ice cream to each other, which I still can’t believe I did. A booth offering tourists overpriced photos of themselves in front of the Manhattan skyline played “New York, New York” over and over. We went to sit in Brooklyn Bridge Park and finished the wine.

At this point, about four to five glasses deep, I agreed to let Brian videotape me talking about the date (he produces a video after each date, and sometimes the women appear in them). Still waiting on the consequences of that.

At the end, Brian had me sign a release form (seriously) and then I filled in a cutesy questionnaire. Brian walked me to the F train and actually let his downtown F go by so that I wouldn’t be alone waiting for my train (are you paying attention, fellows?).

Overall Date Grade: 8.5

As much as I wanted to be snarky about this whole thing, one fact remains: Brian is very charming, and it was a great date — or, as great a date as possible when you’ve had to identify yourself as a reporter and sign a release form. Second date? Doubtful, but we’ll see.

Oh, and those voicemails from the girls at the end of every Dating Brian video? Yes, I left one, and it’s embarrassing.