A Thin Line Between Trashy and Classy

Sometimes creepers are decent people

Names have been changed to protect the semi-obsessed.

Name of Date: Slim Fast
Date #:1
Age: 23
Looks Like: The After of the "Before and After" picture.
Occupation: Managerial Position at a Theme Park
Where we met: At a gay club. We made out in the corner while people watched. (That's sexy, don't even pretend it isn't) Then he actually asked for my number.
What Happened: He drove and picked me up at my place. Which, doesn't sound that classy, but it is. You ladies (and gents) out there know that actually getting picked up for a date makes you feel special. It lets you know you mean more than gas money.

He was wearing a black t-shirt with an Ed Hardy-eqsue design on it and I almost didn't get in the car. Ed Hardy? Really!? There is no faster way to scream "I'm an effing douche-bag" than by wearing Ed Hardy. Plus he had paired it with an undershrit that was peeking out of the collar. Awkward. Wear a wifebeater. Or a V-Neck. Seriously. This is my plea to all young men; keep your undershirts hidden. Thank you. It is my theory though that his undershirt was trying to escape the Ed Hardy prison... therefore, I forgave it.

He took me to a chic restaraunt downtown and ordered a pitcher of sangria. Check plus. I love sangria and it was a nice touch. We talked about our lives and he quickly confessed that he'd been thinking about me for the past two years but didn't know if we'd ever meet. My stalker alarm went off. The past two years!?!? Thats crazy talks if I've ever heard it. I began to worry he had a shrine to me back his place made out of my used gum. Then I pictured Helga's used gum shrine to Arnold on "Hey Arnold!" and I laughed.

He told me we had a class together my freshmen year. I didn't recognize him. Well that was because he'd lost ALMOST 100 POUNDS SINCE THEN! Way to go, sir. Thats phenomenal. Thats the kind of dedication I like. Someone who hates themselves so much, they'd do anything to change it. I immediately liked him.

We ended dinner, took a walk by the river holding hands (I KNOW!) and then back to my place for awkward makeouts while the roommate was in the next room. Hey, just because he was classy, didn't mean that I had to be.

Gained Points for: Letting me wear his sunglasses when it was too bright and not expecting sex.

Lost Points for: Owning and wearing an Ed Hardy T-Shirt, which he confessed he bought SPECIFICALLY for our date. Bad move, sir.

Mistakes I Made: Hogging the Sangria. I was pretty much broadcasting the fact that I like to drink. Let me reiterate; Classy doesn't neccesarily beget Classy.

Chances for Another Date: If my boozing, and judgemental glances at his clothing didn't screw me over, probably good.

Overall Score: B