(First posted 12/14/05) A friend of mine asked me to put this post up along with its counterpart (see post below)
"I always sleep with the same hand towel on my head every night. I've been doing that since I was three years old." (First Date)
"You really should check out the Power Exchange sometime but it's only interesting if you're really drunk or really stoned." (Second Date - The Power Exchange is a famous sex/fetish club here in SF. I have not been there.)
"Don't you want to be loved, adored, and worshiped? Don't you?" (Second Date)
"I guess you're kinda cute." (First Date)
"Since we have time before the movie starts, why don't we go to my car and stretch out in the back seat? I have some CDs we can listen to." (First Date - the guy was particularly proud that he had an SUV and really wanted to get me in there)
"So what are your feelings about the toilet seat? Should it be up or down?" (First Date)
"So when do we get to have sex?" (Fourth Date - This guy was not making any moves in that direction at all. He wasn't trying to hold my hand nor did he try to kiss me. Nothing.)
"Yes, I have a real Warhol. I used to have a Chagall but I gave it to my lawyers to pay for attorney's fees." (Second Date)
"I can't watch movies with subtitles and eat at the same time." (Second Date)
2 comments:
Good stuff. Not rewarding the guys, just enjoying your capturing of their lines...and I thought I had heard whoppers before...
This is not the first of your posts I've read, and you never cease to amaze me. Thank you, and I look forward to reading more.
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