Well, I finally decided to recap the great blind date from the concert.

First, let me say that the guy was really nice to me. He didn’t have to be, and we didn’t have to even meet up or anything. I think we both just decided that we were both cool and normal and it wouldn’t be bad to hang out for one night. I guess you can’t really call it a blind date when we both saw pictures of each other before the event and talked on the phone and IM, but whatever. We met up for dinner at the Daily Grill on M Street, then took a cab to the concert. We actually didn’t spend time together at the concert because I ran into my friend in line, and while he went to talk to some girl he thought was cute (who had a boyfriend he found out), I fought the crowds to view the show with my friend up by the stage. Not a bad deal.

So anyway, as I said he was perfectly nice to me, so I feel a little bad about what I’m about to share, but I can’t help it – the things he said!

He informed me that he “only dates really hot girls because I don’t like to waste time with unattractive ones.” Yes. That’s great, thanks. But, it gets better.

So I humored him and we had a thrilling conversation about hot girls, and how it’s hard to find a good one because most of them are either dumb, boring, or bad in bed. Why bad in bed? Because they are so hot guys would just fuck them anyway cause they were that hot. Um, yeah.

I countered by saying this, “well, luckily I’m not hot enough to be boring or bad in bed.”

Oh, I loved it. I was proud of my witty retort. He responded, “whatever you’re cute.” Yeah, sure buddy.

Then in the cab on the way to the concert he said that one thing he really hated was “getting with a really skinny girl who isn’t toned…and when I touch her she jiggles like jello.” Sure, I hate that too. Well, having never touched any skinny girls (or, really any girls period), I wouldn’t know.

But, the best part was when we were waiting in line to get into the 9:30 Club, and he decided to show me some super cool pictures on his Razr. He prefaced by saying that they were some “typical pics of my wild/crazy/cool nights out on the town.” Right.

The first picture was of him from mid-chest down, standing sideways with a girl on her knees in front of well, his crotch. Pretending to give him a blow job. Through his jeans. In a club.

The next picture was of the same (I think) girl, only it was just her legs…spread…in a skirt….with him in between them licking her inner thigh. Just the side of his head, and her legs.

Yeah, I had no words either.

What did he think, that I would be impressed? That I would say, damn I wish that was me! No, definitely not. I wasn’t even that entertained I was more like, what the fuck is going on there and who does that in public and takes a picture of it? And then shows it to some girl you just met?

And, finally, when we met up at the end of the night to grab a cab, he told me that some girl in front of him at the concert had “given him a vertical lap dance” by grinding her ass in his crotch all night. Well, that could also be due to the fact that he was one of about 50 guys in the whole place and probably the only one who wasn’t with a girlfriend or gay. It wasn’t because you were special.

And, that ladies and gentlemen, sums up my blind date experience. Although, I am glad I didn’t pick the other bachelor, because according to this guy he was kind of rednecky and told him (my date) that he was going to “ditch the girl if she wasn’t totally hot and/or blonde with huge boobs.” God. All in all, my “date” was fine, he treated me well and was nice to me – even if he wasn’t the best in other areas.

Sigh. So these are the guys I end up going out with. Not by choice I guess, but still…they always seem to end up the same.

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