Work last week was insane, but I still managed to squeeze in two dates. When I woke up Thursday, day of date #1 for the week, I thought, “this is crazy, I don’t have time for this, I need to work…this is why I don’t date…maybe this churning thing isn’t for me,” but I had already committed so I went along. This was the date I had scheduled two weeks ago with a guy I met through my friend Claudia. This guy is great on paper: successful, good looking, involved in DC’s inner social circles, great little sports car…but so not the guy I usually go for. After this date, I know why…he is the devil. Even though I really like him, he is the trifecta of evil: he’s conservative, devoutly Catholic, and an arms dealer.
Still I had so much fun. We grabbed several scotches at a little bar on Capitol Hill. Due to the weather, the place was pretty empty, but they had karaoke. Satan ended up singing three songs: Thunder Road, Jesus Walks, and Changes by Tupac. It is important to note that Lucifer is a preppy, ex-Navy, Italian guy from Jersey so his rap selections were quite entertaining but completely on point. I used to date someone who loved to sing karaoke and it always made me very uncomfortable; however, watching Beelzebub sing was so fun and actually made me realize that I really like this guy.
Oddly enough, the issue I work on never came up so we’ll have to wait and see if he can deal with all my liberal tendencies and beliefs. I have been learning a lot through churning about traits I need in a man and ways I behave. On this date I learned that I should avoid cars…at least with the Evil One. This was technically our first date so according to churning rules I wasn’t supposed to kiss him, but I definitely ended up making out a little in his car when he drove me home. Must stick to dating guys that take public transportation I guess. But the kissing was fun. The Prince of Darkness left a few days later for South Korea (to do more evil arms dealing work I’m sure) but he sent me several nice texts and we will both be at a black tie party next weekend.
For the record: He paid and drove me home.
