Every once in a while someone whose pictures aren’t that great will surprise you in person…pleasantly. Such was the case when I met…mmmm…we’ll call him Roney…because his name rhymed with that.
It went the standard route, couple of emails, some phone conversations and even some fun texts. Though I’m embarrassed to admit I wasn’t overly excited to meet him even given that because his pictures just didn’t lead me to believe he was all that attractive. Hey I’m human right?
Well turns out I was completely wrong and he clearly just did not photograph well. He looked like a taller Justin Timberlake! I was relieved and excited at the same time. We met at Lucky’s in Boston (great spot)and sat at the bar for some appetizers and drinks. He could certainly handle his Guinness, I did take note of that, but we had a good time and I like a guy that can handle his drink. Before we knew it it was past the time when the last train ran…he lived on the South Shore. Being that we had a great date and I believed him to be a good guy I offered to give him a ride home.
Turned out he lived in a gorgeous house on the water and he invited me in to show me around (and also print out directions for me to get back given that it was a complete maze getting there). We walked in and went to the kitchen where he proceeded to pull out a glass and fill it with vodka. Now we’re talking a standard issue WATER GLASS that he filled to the top with vodka that he pulled out of the cabinet…so room temperature at that. Then turned to me and asked if I wanted one.
Not for nothin’ but this is a Tuesday night in America…and it’s 11 o’clock…and you drink down a GLASS of vodka?
I saw him one other time after that the following Saturday and when I showed up at his house it was 4 o’clock. He said he hadn’t had a drink that day because he was so hung over which was “very good behavior” for him.
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