So, I met this guy (yes, on match) and our first date was at Carnevil. A little different, to say the least, but here’s my reasoning: (a) if it’s awful it’s loud enough and crowded enough that I won’t have to deal with it; (b) I was sure to know people there, so that would help out; (c) if it works out, that would be a killer first date story.
Well, it went well…I think. We had a good time. Talked quite a bit, considering we were in a club. Dancing was involved, as was kissing. He walked me to my car, saw me off, and texted me on the way home to say he had a good time.
And then gave me his length, girth, and a description complete with a particular distinguishing characteristic.
Dating so totally sucks.