All About: Sherlock, Post-First-Date Edition

I am doing this in reverse order based on the very hectic several days I've had.  Good sign #1 about Sherlock: he was game for a last minute scramble date.  Sherlock messaged me Friday afternoon, I replied Friday night, we were on a date Saturday night.  I like that kind of turn-around!  It was cool because I didn't have a lot of lead-up time to think about whether or not I would like this guy, whether he would like me, whether or not we had anything in common, yadda, yadda, yadda (I mentioned the bisque).

My least accurate portrait yet.

So, Sherlock.  He is a nice, friendly guy who is actually the height he indicates on his profile (pretty much the same as me - 5'11").  He showed up for our date right on time, while my dumb ass was late because the stupid Red Line wasn't running between Alewife and Harvard.  Anyway, he was patiently waiting for me, I handed him his ticket and we headed for the bar.  He insisted on paying for drinks since I paid for the tickets.  The Paradise is a weird venue for comedy - they put a bunch of folding chairs and then it was standing room.  So we awkwardly stood sort of behind some shorter people on dates and enjoyed the show.  At least once I had to lean over to Locky and tell him, I'm not standing far away from you because I dislike you or you smell, but rather this position affords a better view of the onstage funny people.  I proceeded to enjoy the very funny comedians (even the local opener and the kinda-local other opener) and drank 3 beers.  In this regard, I have been noticing a trend: I am a lightweight who talks a LOT when 3 beers deep.  Lockster enjoyed the show as well, as evidenced by the flailing laughter.  He also told me I wasn't stupid drunk talking his ear off.  He may have been lying.


Good sign #2 about Sherly: he didn't act like a twelve year old during the rampant masturbation jokes of Mr. Pete Holmes (headlining comic of the night).  We left the club around midnight, took the T to a Cambridge square and had another drink in a sort-of crowded bar.  We had lots to talk about it seems, but I can't honestly remember anything in particular - this is a testament to the boring nature of our conversation, rather than my level of inebriation.  However, I have to admit I had a reasonably pleasant evening.  Lockness wanted to hang out and drink further, but I begged off, complaining of my required presence at the office the following day (true, I had to work today).

I do recall a conversation about the following: it is very annoying when you are nearing the end of a date, your companion feigns interest in a second date, only to never reply to your invitations again.  So, I think I am having a second date with Sherlock.  If he asks me.  He is a giant douche if he went through that whole speech to never ask me out again.

I fear I may not be particularly attracted to Sherlock.  However, he made for a pleasant comedy-watching companion and he bought me lots of drinks.

I have more suitors lining up, but this is going to be a crazy week at work.  As I know all my loyal readers are on the edge of their seats in anticipation, I will attempt to post some charming details about those fellows.