Dude #1
Friday, December 23, 2011
Having returned un-triumphant from my Vegas trip - without any rich new husbands - I begin to conduct those dates I scheduled before, confident that I will soon discover my wealthy, breakdancing, comedian prince from Australia/Italy/[Other Hot Nationality Here]. Also, that he will certainly own a jet plane... you know, because justice just has to work that way.Dude #1 -- excerpt from profile:
The first thing people notice about me:As this first coffee meeting doubled as a test of online-dating in general, I chatted briefly with Dude#1, before asking him how these things typically go. His answer was "Way worse that this," and he described at length how bad they usually are.
I look like a mad scientist!!! Mad as in zany, not angry. And maybe not even zany. But definitely science-esque.
This was more than a little awkward, and I hope that this was not really his best date. Later in the evening [I am not making this up] he asked me for permission to
(1) 'Dude. Don't ask that question to future dates' andI decided to reply with a simple "I'd rather not."
(2) 'You're a virgin aren't you?'
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Dude #1: No breakdancing prince.
He did look like a mad scientist though! Kinda Awesome.
