Yes- here's the scoop:
Who- A Mark Consuelos look-alike, + 3 yrs my age.
When- Dated as Graduate students
How the jump off of the day started- In the lounge of one of NYU's brownstone administration buildings- tension was higher than a crackhead after a binge. He whisked me away to west 4th street, and told me we should get to his place in Queens.
Transit- F Train to Elmhurst
Scenario- Turns out he lived w/his parents. His mother prayed incessantly for his lost soul, and even lit a candle daily in church. Yes, serious business.
His Background Date Music- Dead Presidents Soundtrack, and U2- "Even Better than the Real Thing"
Where the date started: His basement apartment. I fell onto his twin bed, falling deep into the cut of ecstasy while still fully clothed. However, I quickly nixed the idea of hanging out there- the crucifix over the perfectly made up bed (by his mother) stopped the nonsense. Jesus over my head dying for my sins was too much to bear.
Where the date ended: We did Chinese, at this place with lace homemade cafe curtains, truly greasy egg rolls, and overcooked pork fried rice in Jackson Heights. You had to order by number too.
Lesson learned: I swore off Queens after that.
