I'm always apprehensive about meeting guys from dating websites; today was no different. Thankfully, we had been texting regularly. The conversations were topical and some times dirty, but nothing substantial. I had an odd feeling this might not progress, so today's initial meeting had lowered expectations.
Within five minutes, I was certain it wouldn't progress, but I couldn't back out, so I took him for coffee. It was pleasant and I let him talk more than me. Call it a blessing, call it a curse, but I know I wouldn't be able to discuss the feminism (or lack thereof) of Girls or The Mindy Project; the influence of Dorian Lord on soaps; the lack of people of colour on the aforementioned tv shows; why new albums from Suede, The Ocean Blue, and My Bloody Valentine are just as relevant as they were 20 years ago; or why Downton Abbey is fucking brilliant.
In order to understand his character better, I watched Mamma Mia!, his favourite movie. It wasn't that good. I hope I never have to watch it again. After watching the film, I told him that I didn't care for it. I think he was admired by my willingness to watch it and admit my honest thoughts. I should've made him watch Dancer In The Dark.
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