Voila!
I went on a date over the weekend with a smart, cute, funny guy from Cincinnati. It was a refreshing change of pace from the usual gay dates that end in a drunken, sloppy mess. We spent 6 hours together, had 2 drinks, played Egyptian Ratscrew, he drove me around to remote parts of Brooklyn in his car, and we smooched a bit atop a hidden hill in Dumbo after arguing who was skinnier (He is!).
Earlier in the evening we talked about music and the songs we listen to when we’re sad and want to feel sadder. After I embarrassingly admitted to secretly still shedding a tear whenever I hear “Eternal Flame,” he said that it was the chanteuses from the 60s that made him blue. He mentioned Astrud Gilberto, but he had never heard of Francoise Hardy. He’s really missing out!
While we suss out the details of date #2 (maybe Thursday!), I’m sending him the standard post-date flirty email of a link of related to our conversations. I’m going to email him a Hardy song, but she only sings love ballads so I’m having a tough time choosing one that doesn’t seem like I’m sending him messages of je t’aime. Anyway, I’ll just stick with “Voila.” (This one was in contention). Enjoy!
