Dating Hijinks: The Blind Double Date
With Two MIT Grad Students.
“They didn’t have a photo up and that wasn’t a red flag for you?”
“I just want to be in love,” she sobbed. As she continued to throw-up the seven or eight shots she had consumed, I headed to the bar and explained that she and I were going to go home.
“But you seem all right,” said Twain, “You should come home with me. I have new sheets.” As he said this, he put his hand on my thigh, far too close to my crotch, and flirtatiously looked over the rim of his Chester-the-Molester glasses. Could the two of them possibly be anymore stereotypical? Where the hell was Val Kilmer from Real Genius when you needed him?
“No thank you,” I said. I paid our tab and let the MIT kids take care of their tea bill. I carried Anne’s dead-weight drunken body home almost 15 blocks, as cabs in Boston just aren’t as prevalent as they are in NYC while she cried the whole way about love being a joke and being duped by John and his promises. I didn’t ask what promises she meant, but she did promise herself that night to always get a photo before indulging in any online dates again. Since then, she’s had better luck.
I should add, however, that my grandfather went to MIT and he was a pretty crazy, drunken, womanizer, so I’m well aware that John and Twain don’t represent every student there. But I do know that if someone is studying something I can’t even pronounce, I’ll pass. Those people aren’t usually lead singers in indie rock bands who have a habit of being drunk in a gutter somewhere in Brooklyn anyway. And like I said, those are the real “winners” for which I’m always on the look out.
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