Karaoke King
I was waiting at a pool bar for my third date with an MIT graduate student. After 30 minutes he finally showed up and asked, “Want to go to karaoke instead?” I said “fine” and he then said, “I’ll meet you downtown.” I was confused until I found out that he rode his bike so I had to take the train alone, which didn’t exactly get me in a romantic mood. I got there 40 minutes later, but had to wait another 20 minutes for him to arrive on his bike. Why we couldn’t stay at the original bar we agreed to meet at was beyond me. He then proceeded to provide alcohol to a kid in the bar who was under 21 and then when he got up to do his song he started stripping until he was just in his pants as he was singing “The Real Slim Shady.” He was not drunk and it was a week night so it wasn’t a large or particularly enthusiastic crowd. People around me seemed deeply disturbed and started asking their friends “What is wrong with that guy?”
Plus, the real slim shady… laaaame.
