But reality star still looking for love
ANDI DORFMAN was looking for love in all the wrong places — like on national television.
Dorfman pulled off a reality show coup, appearing first on “The Bachelor” and then on “The Bachelorette.” While each featured plenty of manufactured drama, Dorfman delivered plenty on her own.
Having sex with two finalists tends to do that.
Dorfman wound up engaged to one of them. It lasted seven months and produced her first book, the best-selling “It’s Not Okay.” Her latest effort, “Single State of Mind,” arrives Tuesday.
She’s still looking for love, although by now she’s narrowed her search to the men of New York, a city complete with its own complications.
Dorfman shares (or overshares) all of it, as she finds an apartment in the West Village, darkens her wardrobe to Manhattan’s allseason black, develops a new group of girlfriends and plunges into the dating pool.
Much has been made — after an excerpt ran in a magazine — about her decision to freeze her eggs. At 30, with no true contender for a father of future children in sight, it’s hardly a surprise.
Far more revealing are her accounts of boozy nights on the town. It’s a nightlife scene where clubs are “filled with thirsty girls. You know the type, the ones with bodies made for swimsuit ads, faces made for radio, and shamelessness made for sex tapes.”
One evening, after many hours of drinking, she leaves the club with a cute guy. Soon they’re in a hotel room, rolling around the bed in various states of undress. When he popped the question, it wasn’t the one she expected. He asked her rates. Dorfman grabbed her clothes and fled. “It was the first time I’d ever felt dirtier than the grimy leather seat of a yellow cab,” she says. As her taxi sped away, “I gazed out the window as one word flooded my mind. Hooker! He thought I was a f---ing hooker!”
Far from working in the oldest profession, Dorfman inhabits one of the newest and strangest — that of an instant celebrity, making a living “attending events that I really have no business attending, and getting paid to post on social media.”
And she’s parlayed that fame York City. She needed to find an into the books. apartment, and like everyone
It wasn’t like Dorfman didn’t else who moves to New York, experienced have a life before the single-rose the rude awakening of ceremonies. how much it costs to get so little.
An assistant district attorney Like so many reality show in Fulton County, Ga., Dorfman celebrities, she has a cheerful tendency first left Atlanta to become one of to live out loud and in public. the many vying for the bachelor’s Dorfman’s book is about the attention. She quit midseason quest for love, and she takes readers and returned to work. through it — one lousy date
Later, she quit the law and with a hot new guy after the next. starred on her own season of Among her conquests are “The Bachelorette.” three professional athletes,
The new book begins with although here she shows a little Dorfman leaving her family in discretion. She mentions one Atlanta for a move to New guy’s team — the Yankees — but doesn’t name names. A muscular athlete with a spectacular apartment? That doesn’t narrow it down much.
After dating for a bit, the duo engaged in a texting tiff that signaled the bottom of the ninth for their romance.
The subject: whether he would pick Dorfman up at the bar where she was, as she preferred, or if he would send a car for her, as he wanted.
She also fell hard for another unidentified baseball player, in Seattle, who unceremoniously dumped her, saying he didn’t want to be in a relationship.
It probably would have hurt less if his next girlfriend didn’t immediately move in.
And there was the Canadian hockey player, completing her hat trick of failed relationships. Dorfman makes an international booty call, but it turns out his only goal is sex.
Apart from that, he’s cold as ice.
So why put up with these guys? She is genuinely looking for the right man and knows that starts with a first date.
“Long ago, in my early 20s, I didn’t mind dates so much because they meant a free meal,” she says.
Dorfman confesses to suffering through a few painful Friday nights in the past for a “a complimentary buzz and a juicy medium-rare steak.”
But things change. Perhaps, she wonders, it’s the 26 first dates she endured on national television. Or maybe her improved finances.
Whatever it is, she’s now as fond of date No. 1 as she is of a root canal.
Consider this painful meetup: