Last night I had a second date with Barry, the night before a first date with Rick, and the night before that, a first date with Steven. Do I want to see any of them again? Probably not.
Here's the low down.
Barry was a sincere, super serious, sensitive guy (all the "s" adjectives). He's a bit younger (5 years), has the thickest head of hair on the planet, and seems to be incredibly genuine but not much fun. How important should fun be? Very. He also seemed a bit unsure of himself which was not a big turn-on. Don't tell me on the first date that you'll understand if I want to be just friends.
You already know what kind of sex that's going to be.
Rick asked me what high school I attended, yes high school. Twice. He's 48 years old. Why would he ask about high school? I don't understand how that can really be a relevant question at our age....and did he think he'd know of my high school in a tiny town in NC....hmmmm? He's a cardiologist and still thinks jokes about Brooklyn being another country are cute. That was funny when Karen on Will and Grace did it (remember--"what flight do you take to Brooklyn?") but he couldn't pull it off. He also wanted to know if I'd be into wearing black boots and fishnets. Let's cut right to the chase. Since it's Spring and it seems like an interminably long time since I've had a nude experience with someone else involved, I thought, well....maybe. That was before he gave me wet pecks (ewww) before I slithered down into the subway. Literally had to slide away from the saliva.
Steven....ah, Steven. He seemed a bit more promising as he was interesting, fun and thought I was lovely....He also lied about his age and his marital status. He "feels" divorced so that made it accurate. Hell, I feel 25. See how that logic works? The most ironic part of the whole episode and his argument on how his lies were really okay was....drum roll please...he's a psychologist. Beware NY.
Tonight is Russ. We'll shall see.
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