When I was 25, I went on a date with a cute boy from OkCupid named James (name changed). He was in my phone as “James Punnilingus” – and still is, to this day – because his dating profile contained a pun related to his passion for performing oral sex (hot). Obviously, I had high hopes about the date.
We went to my favorite restaurant for lunch, because he worked nights at a local TV station (also hot). I barely remember what we talked about, because he was a babe and kept making me laugh so hard that I snorted beer out my nose. At one point he mentioned that he’d gone to my alma mater, Ryerson, to study TV & radio (also also hot).
We had a good time, but he told me later that he was feeling polysaturated (polyamorous lingo for “too many women want to date me and I am only one man”), so we didn’t go out again.
HOWEVER.