On our last date we had dinner in Chelsea at a really awesome restaurant. After we left the restaurant, he asked if I'd be up for getting a drink and I agreed. He chose a nearby watering hole. It had a good crowd for a week night. We ordered our drinks and took seats at the bar. When the clock struck 10, the entire place turned into a gay dance club complete with half naked professional dancers, disco balls that dropped from the ceiling, and loud house music. I starting laughing. He was extremely embarrassed and looked uncomfortable. I admit, it was a bit awkward but nothing too outrageous. He downed his drink and I followed suit. We walked to the subway together and parted ways. I never heard from him again.
But it got me thinking - is the location of the date really that important? Isn't the company your with the most important part of the date? If this surfer architect can't handle a silly gay bar mishap, what other insecurities could be lurking underneath the surface? If he was worth my time, he would have brushed it off and had a nice laugh.
Dating is not all walks on the beach and picnics in the park. But when things go south, the only thing to do is laugh it off.
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