A Comic Charmer
I have this policy to accept most first date offers because I figure the worst that could come out of it is a funny story of a few wasted hours. And of course, at best, we could hit it off. A few years ago, a friend told me his buddy was interested in me after we had all hung out at a bar together one night. He seemed witty and well-read, and even though he was a little on the scrawny side, I decided to give him a shot.
He wanted to pick me up in the early afternoon, which I said would be fine. We chatted in the car a little, and it seemed to be going OK. Then we pulled into this “really neat” comic book store where he knew all the employees. In all fairness, I know that there are some chicks who are really into that, but I am not one of them. He had not asked me if I was one of them, and as far as I can tell, I gave no indication that I was one of them.
After a very long (1 1/2 hour) browsing session which included a lot of excited explanations on his part (“This was drawn by John Smith. You don’t know who John Smith is? He did Blah Blah Blah number 6 and practically invented Blargity Blargh. Look at this!”) and a lot of tightly-feigned interest on my part (“Oh. Wow. Uh-huh. Oh. Is that a Wharf action figure?), we decided to go eat dinner. It was, after all, like 5 p.m. He took me to Hooters.
Over dinner he told me that he had initially been attracted to me because I reminded him of his ex-girlfriend except “you’re a little heavier than her.” I will give him credit, though, he paid for both of our dinners and was very understanding at the end of the date when I said I thought we didn’t really click, even though he “disagreed.”
BUT DIDN’T YOU KNOW IT’S COOL TO BLUDGEON YOUR FRIENDS AND DATES WITH YOUR INTERESTS WITHOUT ANY CARE TO WHAT THEY MIGHT BE INTERESTED IN? JEEZ!
