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December 13, 2006
The First Date
Dating can be so awkward, as I witnessed today at the Health Bar. It's like acting; you have to pick the right clothing, remember your best lines, manscape, and put in the nicest hair product.
Apparently these two attractive men met at JRs a few nights before. I would not have known anything about them if one of them was not a loud Chatty Patty. Patty works for one of the local news stations. I'm not sure if he's an anchor, or a writer or producer, or a weatherman, though he's probably a weatherman since 90% of them are gay.
Unfortunately this budding romance is not gonna last; Patty didn't allow the Other Guy to speak very much, he ordered a glass of wine, which is a telling sign since it was noontime, and he was bossy with the waiter. And he didn't know what Blowoff or the 9:30 Club were! The Other Guy said, "It's an interesting party, with a cool mix of guys from JRs and Remington's, and they play industrial music." Not sure I would describe it like that but whatever. I could tell the Other Guy wished he were somewhere else.
It's hard to size someone up when you meet him at a bar late at night, drunk and horny. You finally see the person in the daylight; you get to see how they carry themselves while sober; and you are ready to judge all of their little idiosynchrisies. And who pays the bill?
It's so nerve-wracking. I was nervous for them just by observing. It's like a job interview. You close with, "I'll give you a call." Doubt it.
I guess it's the nature of the business. You only become more comfortable the more dates you have, though after having so many, you become jaded.
For the record, Patty paid.
Posted by durban bud at December 13, 2006 03:02 PM
Comments
I think I know who Patty is from your description. She does talk a lot, usually about other people's cock sizes, and of course, real estate.
I hope Patty & Co. do not assimilate Blowoff.
Posted by: jimbo at December 13, 2006 05:08 PM
i hate them so much...
Posted by: tim at December 13, 2006 05:15 PM
Having heard far too much about other people's dates, I'll stick to baking and falling in front of trains, both of which must be fair less painful and traumatic.
Posted by: carl at December 14, 2006 12:43 AM
I don't know that I've ever had a successful "date" from a bar. It's too much work trying to recreate the loud music, getting people to crowd around you and yell at each other trying to hold a conversation....
Posted by: Brian at December 14, 2006 07:52 AM
I never go out on 'dates' with guys I meet in a bar- mainly because I firmly believe there is no future with someone who frequents gay bars.
I have to meet them in daylight at a 'normal' spot first (coffee shop, bookstore, tent revival, etc). Or online (but with LOTS of representative, recent pictures).
Posted by: cb at December 14, 2006 02:11 PM
So sad, so pathetique...
Posted by: Shawn at December 14, 2006 06:27 PM
Now you know I'm DYING to know if I work with Patty.
Posted by: Thomas at December 15, 2006 01:42 AM