Before the holidays, I had an odd date at a fancy bar in Manhattan. I had come from watching my friend’s amateur improv show, and was feeling especially quippy. Throughout the entire date, I couldn’t tell if the guy was being sarcastic or not, so I responded with the full force of my sass. But he asked thought-provoking questions, and I’d say it was an overall enjoyable experience. On the walk to the subway, we discovered that we both love pugs. Then he surprised me with an extremely fast and awkward kiss—he basically pecked my tooth—and asked if I’d want to hang out again. I said sure, but was kind of hoping he’d forget. We have a tentative date tomorrow.
After 4 weeks of not seeing each other, I got dinner with Literal Blind Date (LBD) this past Friday. After 4 months of not having sex, I had cleaned my apartment beforehand just in case.