There was this really cute bartender at a restaurant I went to regularly. He knew I was gay and he tried playing matchmaker with another one of his gay friends. I don't like blind dates, but this bartender was so cute that I thought I'd trust his judgement.
I called Tom (the guy I was being fixed up with) and we talked a few times. The bartender had given me a good build-up and this guy was really eager to meet me.
To make a long story short, when I drove to this guy's place, it was a trailer park and when he came to the door, he was a virtual clone of Boris Yeltsen. We went out to dinner and all Tom talked about was how much he likes to wear women's underwear. I drove him home after dinner and didn't even shale hands with him.
It was a looooong, boring date.
"Long live God!" (GODSPELL)