Submitted by Caroline:
I was waiting for the subway to arrive when Patrick started chatting me up. I liked his confidence and the fact that he did volunteer work, so I gave him my number and went out with him a couple of weeks later.
He was normal for the first five minutes, until I asked him more about his volunteer work. He said, "I don't want to run out of things to talk about. It's only our first date."
I figured that he was joking, but he assured me that he was serious. I then questioned the statement. If running out of conversation topics was a real concern for most people, then how would anyone progress to second, third, or even fourth dates?
He replied, "Talking in-depth about work is more of a second or even third date event. A first date is just an informal conversation."
I asked, "So I can't informally ask you about what you do? Are there other topics that you think are taboo for a first date?"
"Of course," he said, "Sex, past relationships, family, personal lives, et cetera."
This sounded vaguely reasonable, so I asked him to come up with something that he felt was appropriate.
He asked, "Do you have any favorite board games?"
"Twister."
"That's not really a board game, is it? Do you have a favorite color?"
I joked, "Are you sure that isn't too personal?"
But he didn't take it as a joke. He said, "Is it? I'm sorry. What's your favorite kind of cloud?"
It was like a job interview for a kindergarten teacher, not a date with a grown man who was confident enough to pick up a professional girl on a subway platform.
A couple other gems from the night were:
"What's your favorite word?"
and
"Do you have a favorite animal at the petting zoo?"
No thank you.
10/08/2009
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"What's your favorite kind of cloud?" I wouldn't even know how to answer that.
ReplyDelete"What's your favorite word?" I would have had to go with something fun like "dingle-berries" :-)
My favorite kind of cloud is a cumulus shaped like a hamster eating a clown. Favorite word? Shadenfreude. OK now we're 8 seconds in. Wanna have a staring contest?
ReplyDeleteSounds like Patrick reads too many psychology books, and was using a form of word association on you.
ReplyDeleteHaha, Shadenfreude. :-D
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like maybe you take yourself to seriously...being a professional girl
ReplyDeleteAhh he was trying too hard...and sounds like he did the volunteer work PARTLY to impress girls and/or have something to talk about on dates...otherwise why make a huge deal to hide it?!
ReplyDeleteI think you mean "schadenfreude."
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