Tall, Dark and Hipster
Let’s be honest. We all have a weakness for something. Burritos. Leggy brunettes. King cake. My weakness? The pseudo-hipster. You’ve seen this man, walking down the street dressed cooler than you can ever pretend to duplicate. A man with a beard so large, its size can only be matched by an oversized pair of (vanity) glasses. Swoon!
I met my hottie hipster at the bar of a late night eatery. We clicked over servings of tater tachos, Pabst, and disparate musical tastes. Our encounter was enough to convince me that it was worth meeting in the near future. After a phone call or two and dozens of text messages later, we finally set a date to meet for a late dinner and drinks.
The night was filled with laughter, shared interests, and enough sexual tension for a cheesy romance novel. As we ended the night and I thanked my lucky stars, I had no idea things would take a quick left. There are some things you simply shouldn’t request on a first date. Never ask your date, “Can I crash on your sofa tonight? I haven’t heard back from my friend and I’ve been using his sofa.” Excuse me? This dude actually expected me to let him sleep at my home, where I pay rent, because he’s a vagabond. Nay sir! I suggest you get yourself together first, date later.
You will now find me running in the opposite direction of bearded blue eyes and craft beer. On second thought, I’ll just inquire about their living situation BEFORE the first date.
Featured image: Tim Bounds
Our Dating columnist, Lady T, tells her tales of survival in the world of dating in New Orleans. All of the stories here have been certified true, and names have been left out to protect the innocent, even though these guys deserve to be put on blast.