I think it’s safe to say Lucky’s knows what I’m up to tonight.
Pertinent stats: I found this guy on Coffee Meets Bagel AND BOY IS HE CREEPY. The second text he sent me included the essential background check he’d run on me– my last name, my alma mater, my work history, my recent Goodreads recommendations (he looked at my Goodreads! My GOODREADS! Where I go. To play. With my books!). The weirdest part was, he was just stating all of these facts at me, not asking me about them or anything. All of this information that I hadn’t told him at all. Just listing it at me. If you think this is acceptable behavior, I fear for whatever deep down crazy you’re concealing from me. When I gently tweak him about stalker-y tendencies, his response is, “It’s not the legal definition of stalking.” Um. Ok. Jesus.
But the other pertinent information, aka, why this date is actually happening: he’s 6’3” and very good looking. To the point where I tell friends the story of the texts, they tell me to block his number, I show his profile picture and the response invariably is: “…yeah, ok.” That good looking. (Note: I think I finally understand what men see in really crazy hot chicks!)
Umm, so, this date happened last night and I honestly couldn’t even tell you what was happening with his beard. Did I look at him? I did, right? I’m pretty sure I did. Two beards? Continue reading