Rate-A-Date

Thursday night's date:

A foreign Ph.D candidate

The Review:

Drinks at a Capital bar. Conversation went as such(after an quick realization that we had zero in common and just knew that scare tactics were going to have to be put into place): my beyond crazy liberal ideas that not even the crazy tree-huggers around here would think were sane, my crush on the Hungarian National Soccer team after my March 2005 run-in with them at the resort, porn and feminism, my Bennett's experience, and an extended conversation on boobie bars. I think and hope my honesty, bluntness and over the top obnoxiousness scared him.

Poor guy, he was nice too...I feel bad that I had to break out the crazy girl act...

On the brighter side of things I am pretty sure that I entertained him while simultaneously freaking him out.