Eight by eight dating
'They had a grope-a-clown there, too, but she had made it with an umbrella and garbage bags—not like the usual cardboard box.' He turned his attention to me—'You ever clown up?
He looks nice, attractive, tall (about 6’2'), dark, handsome. I make eye-contact and ask him what he writes in his journal, to which he gives me a nice smile and tells me that he journals about people on the subway, writes song lyrics and just doodles. It's diff—they don't judge you and the judges don't face the singers.'Him: 'Should we turn around? I nodded along, asked questions, and told myself that maybe I would learn something interesting about Sam Walton..I could tell there was something off about this dude. 'Me: 'Umm.' (but before I could get a word in....)Him:'Okay let's do this: What's the capital of Albany? The end.""About 10 minutes into a blind date, the guy whipped out a book about Wal-Mart and started telling me that it changed his life, and that Sam Walton was his God. If you were a stripper what song would you come out to? I watched in dumb terror as his handlebar mustache said he'd had a great night, then briskly planted one straight on the kisser, blurting, 'Very good! Very bad, indeed.""When I first moved to the city, I decided that I would do something challenging each day. What weighs more, 100 pounds of gold or 100 pounds of feathers? '); and the finer points of patent-leather platform boots ('They're much more comfortable than you think, am I right? My proper Midwestern upbringing (and lack of a decent date in months) kept me numbly agreeing and dancing by his side, and then finally allowing him to walk me home.