OK, honestly, the first thing I thought when I saw him was that his pictures were VERY flattering. That probably helped to color the rest of the evening. After our mini tour of Upper West Side bars, we were confronted with each other. He sat on his bar stool with his entire body facing me and I was edged against the bar. Typical. I asked him a lot of questions about himself, as I tend to when I'm nervous. He has...zero personality. Charming smile, works for environmental policy at Columbia, one little brother, a father with a rifle in Virginia, doesn't watch Law and Order, hasn't seen anyone famous in NYC...I think you get the picture.
Then he told me that he has been doing a lot of cooking with lentils lately.
...really? Are lentils LITERALLY the most interesting topic you can conceive of right now? Word to the wise: NOBODY likes a nice guy. If I can picture you rubbing my feet while a pot of lentil soup is cooking for dinner, I'm more likely to throw up in my mouth than jump into bed with you. There will be no future here. Seriously, the fact that he was on Jeopardy didn't even save it.
Lentils. Yikes.
