This past Saturday I had a scheduled date with “Botchagaloop” (names have been changed to protect the innocent Italian dude). He lives up north so I assumed we could meet half way in Long Branch at Avenue or McLoone’s. Unfortunately he suggested Parker House or Squan Tavern. Not ideal but he was going for casual drinks. I agreed to Parker House when an image of screaming children eating pizza at Squan Tavern entered my mind.
I had Botchagaloop meet me on the corner outside of the Parker House because I’m not a fan of walking into a bar alone plus this would give me a chance to speed past in case he didn’t look like his pics. Alas, I was there first and waited for him for a couple minutes.
He wasn’t bad looking at all but he was slightly shorter. Not a deal breaker but I do prefer to feel smaller. The Parker House did turn out to be a bad idea because we were herded like cattle into the roped area of the front bar and the noise level didn’t help either. But we stuck it out while laughing at the older couples trying to get their load on at the bar.
Afterward he suggested a walk on the beach which was great because it was a beautiful night. I found out that he likes the Real Housewives of NJ almost as much as I do and he is Team Jacqueline. Phew…glad we got that out of the way!
Overall the date went smoothly but Botchagaloop did say something that I’m not quite sure how to take. He said, “I bet you get hit on by a lot of black guys.” I said, “why?” He replied, “Because you’re curvy.” Hmmmm. In the moment I laughed it off but afterward I got hit by the “what the f@*& truck.”
I’m still not sure how to take it. Help me out here…