Next was A: The Oompa Loompa. Roughly about the same size and shape, Seemed fairly nice though. Funny, kind, and employed. And who am I to judge? I usually say I'm teapot shaped. We planned to meet for dinner, and it didn't work out. He ended up inviting me over to his place where there was a party "by the lake" going on.By the time I got there, he was sloppy drunk and could barely stand or form complete sentences. And there was no party, just him in his lawn watching the neighbors grill out. I tried to chat for a little bit and didn't even try to make a graceful exit...just got the hell out. He didn't buy my a drink.
I went out for a date on my birthday. E; The bartender. (Thank goodness for old text messages, I didn't even remember his name.) We shared a charcuterie plate and he talked about himself a lot. I told my girlfriend he was "something between a dumb jock and potentially mentally disabled." He didn't buy me a drink. On my birthday. He knew it was birthday. I also learned later that he was technically disabled due to a brain surgery,so...I felt kind of shitty about my previous comment.
A couple of days later I grabbed a drink with the music director of the musical I was in, Gay. He bought me a drink.
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