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By the end of dinner it looked like he’d spit out more than he’d ate.• I went back to the person’s place after a concert and unwittingly served as passive-aggressive muscle for a drug deal. At the time he owned no dogs at all.• I went out with a guy in his 30s who told me within the first hour of the date that: he didn’t have a bank account, had never filed taxes, worked on a drug farm, and paid with his “green card” aka pot for goods and services in the neighborhood.• Nowhere on her profile did it say anything about her being an acid casualty and ketamine dealer.• It’s a tie.
It was perilously close to that scene from Boogie Nights.• My worst case dating scenario… But when the conversation turned to “future plans” the guy could not tell me much beyond how many dogs he wanted to own at some future time. The first is when I waited an hour outside at Harvard Square in late January because my date was in the North End buying pot (not for me.) The second was with a grad student in English who dismissed my skepticism towards Freudianism with, “I guess I’m just not as much of social determinist as you are.” The moral of these stories: don’t date Harvard men.• Made the wrong comment about conceptual artist Matthew Barney to the wrong art student…
Anyone can be taught.”• I went on a decent enough date with a guy in a loud bar — enough to agree to a second date.
Because of carbs.• I went on a date with an otherwise cute girl who wore a “Trogdor the Burninator” shirt and said at least one 4chan meme to me, unprompted, out loud.• I once went out with someone who, within an hour of meeting me, told me that his ultimate fantasy was to date a replicant.• Went on two dates. Girl randomly started replying and cursing at my tweets.• This guy commutes to the city from Connecticut, which I never really get (why not just live in New York? I suggested that he must really treasure his vegetable garden or something in order to put up with 2.5 hours/day on Metro- North. He called me a hippie for growing my own vegetables.• My dates “catch phrase” was a quote from Seinfeld. When we meet, I start to talk about Seinfeld and he tells me he doesn’t watch tv and doesn’t even own one.• A young woman and I got along pretty well in the bar where we’d agreed to meet, but things went downhill when we decided to get dinner at a nearby restaurant.
But the manatee was actually dead, and the body ended up falling apart and she was covered in dead manatee slime and someone had to fish her out and clean her up.
After some words of consolation from me about how fucked up that experience must have been, she told me she made it up, and every other story she had told me that night, because she likes making up stories.
As we were sitting outside of the coffee shop enjoying some nice conversation he told me how he was working on writing some music.
He then proceeded to sing, very loudly, his current endeavor in song writing.
He told me that when he bought his house, he hired a landscaper to tear everything out and replace it with gravel. Our server brought us a bread basket that my date grabbed three of four rolls from and then started playing weird games with.