Tonight’s adventure was the Asian-themed community dinner hosted by the guy I met on match. I arrived with Keen, feeling awkward but a little reassured that she had been introduced to the host before. Fortunately, the people were friendly and the food was brilliant. (Strange to be at a potluck that included no trace of jello, cream soup, or chips) Things were looking up when I met a friendly science teacher who seemed outdoorsy and artistic. I was interested.
Then I was introduced to the Man Cave. Some of the guys took us out back to show off their special den equipped with pool table, TV, and porn. Yep, that was PORN. If you’re thinking I’m overreacting to one photo of a scantily-clad woman, think more towards porn wallpaper- nowhere to look without seeing boobies. The art source must have been the stacks of Playboy and Maxim on the floor. They must have been trying to decorate on a dime.
Our kind host made a speech about everything there being single and to take advantage of the opportunity. Question—should I believe the porn actually all belonged to the roommate who’s gone to Africa for 3 months visiting his missionary family?
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Egads!!! This is dating misadventure to the 10th power.
I think Gen-Xers, esp. singles, enjoy a great assortment of potluck choices. Maybe we experiment, or eat out too much. Anyway, it sounds like you had less "luck" and an unexpected dose of "pot" out back.
porn is bad, say no to porn. i don't know if i will ever understand a man's fascination/addiction to porn. i have tried, and it is still hard for me to understand.
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