Date # ?: Oopsie!
I forgot about this one. I think he was somewhere in there between 1-4.
We went to DBA in the East Village. Not the best idea for me, since I previously slept with a staffer at that joint.
That’s a whole different story.
I plunk myself down and order a Jameson’s and Coke. This guy shows up, and he seems to be a bit of an adventurer. He told me a story about a long walk involving a blow up doll and its fate in the trunk of a rental car at the airport.
Then he told a story about his job involving Texas and a focus group. The gist of it was his general distaste and lack of respect for the people he markets his crap to.
At this point I was tipped off that he was a bit of a snob. Which is semi-fine, even though I’m total white trash. But I dabble in the assholic arts myself. I also make products for folk I don’t wish to hang with, generally.
Living the dream, folks. Living the dream.
He makes videos, which he later emailed me. I have yet to watch them.
I dunno. Perfectly fine date. Just wasn’t attracted to him.
Next!
