Meet Market

Each week, The Post sends readers on a blind date. Here’s how it went:

WHEN it comes to dating, timing is everything. Ebonie, 27, an operations associate from Brooklyn, showed up to her blind date at Ooviña (496 Ninth Ave; oovinanyc.com), a wine and tapas bar, five minutes early to calm her nerves. But the confident, self-described math nerd — who likes a man with strong arms — kept worrying until her date, Daniel, 28, finally showed up five minutes late.

Could Daniel, a Washington Heights pharmacy technician — who plays soccer and watches HGTV shows religiously — make up for lost time? Let’s see how the singles fared over fruit-infused drinks at the Hell’s Kitchen bar.

— Haley Goldberg

She said

“I didn’t want the night to end.”

I got really nervous when it was 7 p.m. and he hadn’t shown up yet, but when he arrived at 7:05, I thought he was cute — he had nice eyes. We had very fluid, easy conversation, and there weren’t any lulls. I felt like I could open up and he was a really good listener. We’re both of Jamaican ancestry, and we had a lot in common culturally. We exchanged information before walking to the train together and we hugged goodbye — I didn’t want the night to end.

He said

“She’s looking for something serious.”

I was five minutes late, so I greeted her at the table. She wasn’t physically my type, but she seemed very pleasant. Her parents are half-Jamaican, and my parents are Jamaican, so we talked about Jamaican food. I liked that she was easy to talk to, and that she smiled a lot. But I could tell that she’s looking for something serious, and I’m really looking for someone to have fun with. We exchanged numbers and waited for the subway together. It would be OK to keep in contact, but more as a friend thing.