Went on my first Crazy Blind Date last week.
It was fun. We met at Flatiron Lounge, (a butt-ass expensive bar in the Flatiron, natch), and we shook hands, got a seat at the bar, and I got a Scotch. Usually a signifier of a good evening.
Here’s the thing. I’ve already pretty much come to the conclusion that Asian Dudes just don’t do it for me, but I’d thought I’d be open minded, and keep them on my criteria list. While this wasn’t a huge mistake, it certainly wasn’t the best idea as, upon meeting the dude, I thought, ‘Oh… this isn’t going to work’. This was further conflated when he proceeded to start talking about his parents, (w/in the first 10 minutes), and just how Asian-y they were. This was followed by soliciations of information about Millie and Sing, my own gay brother, my theater company, (he was an actor, another thing that I’ve sworn off), my coming out history, and the words ‘well, I should just marry you now’. (My reaction: *nervous laughter* ‘Awkward.’) Continue reading
