Last night I had a blind date.
I recently joined yet another social networking site, one that caters to men of a larger stature and their admirers. I like this site for the fact that - with a basic, non-fee paying membership - one can still see who is looking at your profile. I've had several messages already from men of varying attractiveness and in varying geographical locations.
I usually won't meet someone if they don't have a profile picture or fill out the basic information. But this guy - let's call him Jack - didn't have a picture and only listed his age and CA residence (no city). He messaged me and asked if I would like to meet. Based on his age - I'll talk about that momentarily - I thought that the missing picture was due to his not being out. I was correct. He was a nice kid. It surprised me that he is Asian primarily because of the agreed upon meeting location is predominantly Hispanic. He attends a nearby community college, works (I didn't quite catch the name of the business), and has been here in the U.S. for three years. His accent is a bit heavy and the usual jokes of replacing "R" and "L" is not too far off the mark. I cannot remember now what he said but in my head I was laughing because I knew what he meant despite the wrong consonants and vowels being used. He's 25, lives with friends although his family is somewhere nearby, and he is in the closet. We talked for about 2 1/2 hours. I imagine he'll contact me again just to hang out.
I'm hoping this weekend to catch at least one if not two or three of the Oscar-nominated films. I also hope to do a little work in the yard and meet up with friends at Disneyland. It's been a long crazy work week and I'm ready to relax. Oh waiter! I'll have another cocktail now!