29/100
My oh my. This boy… man. This man. Charming as fuck. 
On my way back from Europe I had a meeting in NYC with a certain television company (stay tuned to see how this develops!). With only one night in the city I decided to try and find a date. As it turns out, it really didn’t take all that much effort. 
I grab a cab to meet Specs around midnight and I feel oh so New York. The bar he has suggested is called The Penrose in the upper east side. I walk in the door and I am not disappointed. The back of the bar is dimly lit, the exposed brick and wood add to the romantic atmosphere.
I see my date and honestly from that moment my eyes hardly leave his face. I’m struck. I can’t even tell you why. I’m a sucker for beards and glasses, typical I know. But there’s something else… something that is instantly so warm and inviting. 
We have a couple of cocktails. For me EL CAMPEON: Reposado Tequila, Yellow Chartreuse, Maraschino, Sage, Jalapeno, & Lime. For Specs OLD PAL SPENCER: Templeton Rye, Aperol, Dolin Rouge Vermouth, & Angostura Bitters.
He makes sure I’m not hungry or anything. We sip our fancy cocktails and talk about travel and family. He’s got quite the brood of half siblings and steps. Specs has been all over the planet and lived in Europe (among other places) for some time. I get to tell him about my recent adventures abroad and the craziness that I’m about to enter by going home. He gives me solid advice about how to handle the surge of media I’ve recently experienced. All of this is going very very well. At one point we rapid fire jokes back and forth until he’s tapped out. This was like a movie scene, I’m not even kidding.
He leans across the table and pulls my chin close. My heart is racing all over again just thinking about this soft luscious kiss. 
We close out, the rain is coming down hard. We duck into another bar for one last drink. As soon as we enter the bartender is in a debate about guns with a patron. My date and the two of them talk politics with great fervor. I keep my hand on his knee, I find it interesting but I’m a little out of my element. I haven’t been up on my world news or anything for nearly 3 months, it’s kind of embarrassing. Specs assures me it’s ok and not to worry. Bottoms up and we’re back on the street. 
His apartment is just around the corner (how conveniently planned, buddy). It’s a lovely place, nice and open. I scan his bookshelf, nice. Record collection, outstanding. Make-out sesh commences in 3…2…1. 
I guess I didn’t need that hotel after all. 
I find out the next day we are an 88% match… way to go OkCupid.  29/100
My oh my. This boy… man. This man. Charming as fuck. 
On my way back from Europe I had a meeting in NYC with a certain television company (stay tuned to see how this develops!). With only one night in the city I decided to try and find a date. As it turns out, it really didn’t take all that much effort. 
I grab a cab to meet Specs around midnight and I feel oh so New York. The bar he has suggested is called The Penrose in the upper east side. I walk in the door and I am not disappointed. The back of the bar is dimly lit, the exposed brick and wood add to the romantic atmosphere.
I see my date and honestly from that moment my eyes hardly leave his face. I’m struck. I can’t even tell you why. I’m a sucker for beards and glasses, typical I know. But there’s something else… something that is instantly so warm and inviting. 
We have a couple of cocktails. For me EL CAMPEON: Reposado Tequila, Yellow Chartreuse, Maraschino, Sage, Jalapeno, & Lime. For Specs OLD PAL SPENCER: Templeton Rye, Aperol, Dolin Rouge Vermouth, & Angostura Bitters.
He makes sure I’m not hungry or anything. We sip our fancy cocktails and talk about travel and family. He’s got quite the brood of half siblings and steps. Specs has been all over the planet and lived in Europe (among other places) for some time. I get to tell him about my recent adventures abroad and the craziness that I’m about to enter by going home. He gives me solid advice about how to handle the surge of media I’ve recently experienced. All of this is going very very well. At one point we rapid fire jokes back and forth until he’s tapped out. This was like a movie scene, I’m not even kidding.
He leans across the table and pulls my chin close. My heart is racing all over again just thinking about this soft luscious kiss. 
We close out, the rain is coming down hard. We duck into another bar for one last drink. As soon as we enter the bartender is in a debate about guns with a patron. My date and the two of them talk politics with great fervor. I keep my hand on his knee, I find it interesting but I’m a little out of my element. I haven’t been up on my world news or anything for nearly 3 months, it’s kind of embarrassing. Specs assures me it’s ok and not to worry. Bottoms up and we’re back on the street. 
His apartment is just around the corner (how conveniently planned, buddy). It’s a lovely place, nice and open. I scan his bookshelf, nice. Record collection, outstanding. Make-out sesh commences in 3…2…1. 
I guess I didn’t need that hotel after all. 
I find out the next day we are an 88% match… way to go OkCupid.  29/100
My oh my. This boy… man. This man. Charming as fuck. 
On my way back from Europe I had a meeting in NYC with a certain television company (stay tuned to see how this develops!). With only one night in the city I decided to try and find a date. As it turns out, it really didn’t take all that much effort. 
I grab a cab to meet Specs around midnight and I feel oh so New York. The bar he has suggested is called The Penrose in the upper east side. I walk in the door and I am not disappointed. The back of the bar is dimly lit, the exposed brick and wood add to the romantic atmosphere.
I see my date and honestly from that moment my eyes hardly leave his face. I’m struck. I can’t even tell you why. I’m a sucker for beards and glasses, typical I know. But there’s something else… something that is instantly so warm and inviting. 
We have a couple of cocktails. For me EL CAMPEON: Reposado Tequila, Yellow Chartreuse, Maraschino, Sage, Jalapeno, & Lime. For Specs OLD PAL SPENCER: Templeton Rye, Aperol, Dolin Rouge Vermouth, & Angostura Bitters.
He makes sure I’m not hungry or anything. We sip our fancy cocktails and talk about travel and family. He’s got quite the brood of half siblings and steps. Specs has been all over the planet and lived in Europe (among other places) for some time. I get to tell him about my recent adventures abroad and the craziness that I’m about to enter by going home. He gives me solid advice about how to handle the surge of media I’ve recently experienced. All of this is going very very well. At one point we rapid fire jokes back and forth until he’s tapped out. This was like a movie scene, I’m not even kidding.
He leans across the table and pulls my chin close. My heart is racing all over again just thinking about this soft luscious kiss. 
We close out, the rain is coming down hard. We duck into another bar for one last drink. As soon as we enter the bartender is in a debate about guns with a patron. My date and the two of them talk politics with great fervor. I keep my hand on his knee, I find it interesting but I’m a little out of my element. I haven’t been up on my world news or anything for nearly 3 months, it’s kind of embarrassing. Specs assures me it’s ok and not to worry. Bottoms up and we’re back on the street. 
His apartment is just around the corner (how conveniently planned, buddy). It’s a lovely place, nice and open. I scan his bookshelf, nice. Record collection, outstanding. Make-out sesh commences in 3…2…1. 
I guess I didn’t need that hotel after all. 
I find out the next day we are an 88% match… way to go OkCupid. 

29/100

My oh my. This boy… man. This man. Charming as fuck. 

On my way back from Europe I had a meeting in NYC with a certain television company (stay tuned to see how this develops!). With only one night in the city I decided to try and find a date. As it turns out, it really didn’t take all that much effort. 

I grab a cab to meet Specs around midnight and I feel oh so New York. The bar he has suggested is called The Penrose in the upper east side. I walk in the door and I am not disappointed. The back of the bar is dimly lit, the exposed brick and wood add to the romantic atmosphere.

I see my date and honestly from that moment my eyes hardly leave his face. I’m struck. I can’t even tell you why. I’m a sucker for beards and glasses, typical I know. But there’s something else… something that is instantly so warm and inviting. 

We have a couple of cocktails. For me EL CAMPEON: Reposado Tequila, Yellow Chartreuse, Maraschino, Sage, Jalapeno, & Lime. For Specs OLD PAL SPENCER: Templeton Rye, Aperol, Dolin Rouge Vermouth, & Angostura Bitters.

He makes sure I’m not hungry or anything. We sip our fancy cocktails and talk about travel and family. He’s got quite the brood of half siblings and steps. Specs has been all over the planet and lived in Europe (among other places) for some time. I get to tell him about my recent adventures abroad and the craziness that I’m about to enter by going home. He gives me solid advice about how to handle the surge of media I’ve recently experienced. All of this is going very very well. At one point we rapid fire jokes back and forth until he’s tapped out. This was like a movie scene, I’m not even kidding.

He leans across the table and pulls my chin close. My heart is racing all over again just thinking about this soft luscious kiss. 

We close out, the rain is coming down hard. We duck into another bar for one last drink. As soon as we enter the bartender is in a debate about guns with a patron. My date and the two of them talk politics with great fervor. I keep my hand on his knee, I find it interesting but I’m a little out of my element. I haven’t been up on my world news or anything for nearly 3 months, it’s kind of embarrassing. Specs assures me it’s ok and not to worry. Bottoms up and we’re back on the street. 

His apartment is just around the corner (how conveniently planned, buddy). It’s a lovely place, nice and open. I scan his bookshelf, nice. Record collection, outstanding. Make-out sesh commences in 3…2…1. 

I guess I didn’t need that hotel after all. 

I find out the next day we are an 88% match… way to go OkCupid.