he's no looker. decided to go against type. a very smart 24 year-old young woman advised me to go out with the "ugly" guys since they're nicer and more grateful. mean as it sounds, it's true. it also give you the upper hand. ok, "ugly" is a bit ruthless. it really means to skew lower. the stylish good looking gay man, he is not. brad pitt? nope. ed harris? hardly. ted koppel? now we're talking. good looking enough to be an anchorman but soooo not good looking. i think you get the picture.
his profile had a few good things going for it: he had pictures of adorable dogs (the breed I grew up with and loved...and coincidently ate off my face as a teenager) without having to hug them to show us his sensitive side, he wasn't showing his taut man boobs, he wasn't caressing a guitar, he didn't have his profile picture set in a halo special effect, and he didn't say he had a sense of humor. he did politely say he thought my profile was the most refreshing profile he had come across in a while and said if I didn't respond to him, that too would be fine. i liked him immediately.
he chose a fairly hip restaurant downtown and I could tell he was more nervous than I was. he was dressed in classic date clothes for an un-stylish straight man, navy blazer, button-front shirt tucked in his pants, he rested his overcoat on his forearm when I met him at the bar.
he said he was attracted to strong independent women. when I finally questioned him as to why we weren't sitting down to eat dinner, he eased up. when I said the menu was a "reading glass" menu he said he was glad I had said that as he reached out to get his. when I told him his dessert choice tasted disgusting he was in love.
