Date #16: I See Hip People
Growing up, he had a pet duck named Charlie. I found this pretty awesome.
He’s my age, which is nice since he gets the same pop culture references. It’s actually what he dug about my profile.
I shouldn’t be writing this now. I’m tired.
Anyway, we met at Pink Pony in the LES. Another cute joint. I again had champagne and French fries. (I need to vary this shit up, eh? Well these were SHOESTRING potatoes, technically. Back off.) We chatted like teenage girls at a slumber party the whole time. I had an absolute blast. I found out that he’s a super fancy creative genius. He found out that I’m me.
When he went to the restroom I noticed his funky, funky pants. I approved.
At the end, he warned me he was going to kiss me on the cheek. I was buzzed and warned him I was going to kiss him on the lips.
And I did.
And it was the best kiss I’ve had in a long time.
