October 4, 2014
Several years ago I went on a date with someone who was a bit "off" but in a way that probably was tempered by his enormous physical appeal, his earnest attention to me, and his adorable absorption at the used bookstore we visited on Broadway. Somewhere toward the end of our time together, he told me he had no desire to travel beyond New York City. That turned me off so much that I can't believe I stuck around long enough to hear him say, without irony, perhaps half an hour later, that he needed to "go peepee". Googoo-gaga. Bye-bye.