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Joe started pulling tricks from The Game. He started throwing in backhanded compliments, making fun of the fact that I'm in grad school, that I'm tall, that I like Stella Artois... pretty much anything you could use to describe me, he could insult. However, he did in this weird, jokey way, and sometimes apologized afterwards, so I wasn't exactly sure what was up.
Things took a turn for the the what-the-fuck when he started asking to touch my butt and for me to touch his dick through his pants.
I was a little tipsy and new to dating again, so I went along with this, for a little bit
Then he upped the ante by asking me to take a cellphone shot of my butt in the bathroom. Yes, really: a shot of my naked butt, in the bathroom, to be texted to him.
What. the. fucking. fuck.
After about half an hour of being shamed for being boring,
I tried to do so
when he suggested we head back to his place, I was like "Why the fuck not?"
As the clothes came off, I saw that Joe had a tattoo of an old man's face on his chest. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? Apparently, his grandfather.
After some mediocre doggie style
I made my escape.
Woo! I had had my first adventure in Single New Yorker-dom! And it was done.
You know what? No. There's nothing wrong with people having unusual interests or dreams, but for the vast majority of people who meet someone online, the first date is really all about demonstrating that you are a functional human being worthy of being taken seriously as a candidate for romantic partnership.
It is (usually) not a proper setting in which to prove how utterly unique you are, or how devil-may-care you are about societal conventions, etc. On a first date, people mainly want to know whether you are safe to let into their lives, full stop. Seriously, almost anything beyond that is a serious bonus. So, if you start out by proving that you have a very poor idea of what might be interpreted as creepy/strange/tragic by others, you aren't doing yourself any favors.
And she looked a little puzzled, and said, "No... No, I'm not Indian."
and it seemed like it was going to somehow be weirder for me to be all, "Uh no I knew you weren't Indian, I was, uh, I was making a joke because I thought it was an obvious thing, I mean uh if you WERE Indian I would find that surprising, 'cause, uh, you look more like a white lady is the thing"
So instead I said, "Oh."
But then just as the waiter set down our entree, he launched into this whole rant about how the Emancipation Proclamation was the worst thing that ever happened to this country, a terrible violation of the Constitution and a grim overreach of Federal power, that it was the beginning of the road to perdition and ruin in Our Great Nation.
That man would not have been the only person to have used Rand as a starting point from which to make a pro-CSA argument. There are three or maybe four people doing it right here.
Not meaning to nitpick your comment, delmoi; I thought exactly the same thing the first five or ten times I encountered the Secesh Ayn Rand argument. It doesn't seem internally consistent to me, either, but it is A Thing that is Out There.
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