Went on a date with what I think may be the male version of me last night. He was smart and funny. Laughed a lot. Jewish. Kind of hairy. But with horrible eyesight and looked a little like Nick Kroll — can’t say I have either of those problems. And he lives in the kind of post-college frat-houses I’m afraid would have been my fate if I was not born the finer sex. But I actually had a great time.
And to show I am not demonstrating any bias, I’m even making him work for it a little. This will be enjoyable.
Also–may or may not have gotten a bat out of his [nose] cave. How’s that for weird first date material?
We’ll see how this goes.
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