Once he did, I told the security guy I must be in the wrong building, asked him for directions to my real office (just to not seem so odd) and walked the remaining blocks to get my keys and went home. He texted me that night to make sure I got in okay which was nice/respectable, but needless to say I never responded to a message from that dude again, and immediately deleted The League that night.” “After chatting for a while on Grindr this guy asked me out. After a few minutes of chatting I asked where we were headed. Needless to say he waited to text me again for about a week.” “We had an okay date, had a few drinks, a few tacos.
We went to the pizza parlor around the corner from the galleries for a late dinner and as we were chatting about the starving artist lifestyle and he accused me of selling out for rent money — which at first was in good fun, but he couldn’t let it go. I think at that point we kind of knew that we were no longer hitting it off.
Then, he started talking about how he hadn’t had health insurance in years and he confessed he had a, and I quote verbatim, ‘growth on his groin.’ Um, yeah.
The walk was lovely and my music was pumping me up, but aggressively walking in the heat not only made me sweat my ass off, but it also made me late.
The restaurant was WAY further than I thought and I had to text him that I was running 10-15 minutes behind, strike number one in my mind especially since we had a reservation.
We were seated in the front of the restaurant near the stage but no one was there at the time.
SIDE NOTE: Farmer Brown is a soul-food spot with live music on the weekend but neither of us knew this, yet. We had to lean over the table to talk to each other and even that was difficult so we spent the remaining part of brunch eating and laughing it off, but totally in silence.
I had to legit walk into the building, walk up to the front desk guy and start talking.
I pretended like I knew the security guard and made small talk while waiting for him to leave out of the corner of my eye.
I considered just walking out but didn’t want to be rude so I waited. Now all of a sudden he knew everyone in the industry, his dad is super well connected, he used to date Peter Thiel’s assistant (and went on about that relationship for a while) knows this person and that person and goes to the Battery, etc. One minute he hates SF and the next minute he was the typical startup name dropper. No, no, I said — I have a long day tomorrow and need to get home. I remember finding one on Howard and something, and told him, ‘OK, this is me!