That's a quote from "Little Shop of Horrors"...not from last night.
My date with The Dentist was really, really nice. He's cute (as I suspected, he is tall, lean, blonde and blue-eyed...totally out of my usual demographic) and grown-up but still fun, confident but still sensitive, driven but still easy-going...and very, very interested in me.
We met for drinks at Next Door in Studio City, a decent bar with a fantastic fireplace. The Dentist, being very prompt, arrived early to secure us a table right next to the fire. We ordered some cocktails, and got so carried away talking that 3 hours passed before either of us noticed. We then headed down the block to Firefly, where we had an exquisite meal: steak tartare, an arugula salad with burrata, and scallops. We finished off the meal with a chocolate cake-hazelnut ice cream-meringue dessert that was truly awesome. A lovely time was had all around.
Polyamorist? Not he. Church-going Catholic? Nein. However...
Perhaps the most intriguing part of the night was the moment when he invited me to an S & M party (no, really.) He's been treating a patient at dental school who is into fetishism...and she invited him to a party. To which he promptly invited me (I am guessing she did not intend for him to bring a date, but whatever.) And you know what I said? "SURE." Because you only live once, and he's by far the most normal guy I've had a date with recently...and I'm all about keeping it interesting.
So there you go...that was my Friday night. Now I gotta rest up for Tuesday night. And next Friday night...OH, the Four Man Plan is some serious work!
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