I’m impressed, horrified and excited to announce that a dear friend of ours is launching into a real-life chick lit mission: thirty dates, in thirty days. And because we live in San Francisco she’s doing it in true Silicon Valley fashion – using dating apps like Tinder, OkCupid, Hinge, Coffee Meets Bagel, Grouper, etc.
Last night was Day 1 of her adventures – here’s an excerpt:
From Day 1: Christopher
I told him that arugula was full of phytokeratines. Then I told him that I was lying, and that phytokeratines aren’t real. The waitress was near and we told her how great the pizza is.
Me: I appreciate being able to eat a pizza, and get my daily dose of phytokeratines.
Waitress: Oh yeah! I’ve heard about how arugula is packed with them!
Christopher and I were laughing the whole date. He’s very good at playing, and somehow made me feel totally at ease to be just as offbeat as I wanted to be.
At one point he mentioned that I have the same humor as his BFF, and that he would love to see what happens when we meet each other.
“Are you trying to set me up with him?”
He brought up his friend a couple times later in the evening, saying that he’s really upped Christopher’s game and has expanded his comedic horizons.
Doesn’t it sound like he was trying to pawn me off on his best friend? I felt like I should have been offended, but for some reason I wasn’t offended at all.