Sometimes you get what you deserve.
Names have been changed to protect the endearing.
Name of Date: Baby Face
Date #: 1
Looks Like: the poster boy for late 90's fashion. spiked hair included.
Age: 25
Occupation: works for a leading cable news network
Where We Met: Connexion
What Happened: So after my sleep-inducing date with The Pseudonym, I rushed off to meet Baby Face. I had told him I'd been in NYC for the day, and he suggested we get together once he got off work. After hours of boredom with The Pseudonym, I was ready for something fun and romantic and work the $18 I spent on the train ticket.
We met in Columbus circle at the big statue and fountains. It was twilight (the time of day, not the pre-teen girl porn) and I anxiously awaited, what I hoped, would be a better date. When he walked up I think my brain had built up some kind of phenomenal reward for dealing with the last guy, that I actually imagined he emerged out of the fog and got down on one knee to greet me. I know neither of these things actually happened, but seriously, this is how my brain remembers it.
Right of the bat I knew he was cuter than the last guy, and would be a lot more fun to hang out with. He had this adorable little face, which made him look about 12 years old. I know that makes me sound like a complete pedophile, but whatevs. I'd rather be dating someone with a young face than ANYONE WITH A BEARD.
We grab dinner at some place in the Time Warner center. I didn't tell him that i'd just eaten lunch there, because then i'd have to explain i'm a dirty prostitution whore that just came from another date. So, I just sat quietly and ordered something different. I'm sure the wait staff was all... "uh... who this bitch think he is?" because in my mind, i'm gorgeous and semi-famous and obviously they were concerned with the personal drama of my life and discussed it thoroughly in the kitchen.
We had a very nice conversation at dinner where we learned that we grew up about 40ish minutes from each other and had several acquaintances in common. He also wasn't weirded out that his brother roomed with a guy I had dated. Something like that would have been too much for me and I'd have started looking for ways to end the date right there. It would have felt too close to incest for me.
After dinner he decided to take me on a tour of the studios where he works. Now, I'm sure he's done this before. In fact, I would bet my future husband's riches on it. I don't particulalry care for this news station's politics and neither do my people (da gayz), but it was still incredibly interesting to walk around and see everything. I was in awe and felt important. This guy had a serious seduction tactic that was working like a charm on me. I almost accosted him in the elevator, because I'm a classy lady.
He'd probably have liked it though. Who wouldn't want to hook up at their place of work?
At one point he showed me a prominent news anchor's office. The kind of news anchor that the world knows and is actually famous. I was hella turned on and wanted him to ravish me right there. I guess being close to notoriety is a real turn on for me. Who knew?
After the tour he walked me back to the train station so I could get home and gave me a perfectly pleasant end of first date kiss on the lips. It was sweet, simple and entirely appropriate. Plus public, which means he was proud to be with me. I descended into the tunnels grateful that I had traded up for my second date of the day.
Gained Points For: Telling a story about how his mom found his gay porn magazine. Hilarious. If you're going to divulge that kind of info on a first date, I'm yours.
Lost Points For: He is a bit nerdy, and not the in the sexy nerd way, but in the "i know a lot of useless facts" way. Its a boner killer, but I think he knows that the studio tour is the ultimate viagra.
Mistakes I Made: Actually, I think I was perfectly classy and respectable on this date.
Chances for Another Date: Totes. Just as soon as I get back to NYC.
Overall Grade: B+
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