The Necromancer

My friend says, “He’s rock-n-roll and a baller.” Neither is particularly attractive, but friend’s strengths do not include verbal character descriptions. They do include persuasion.

I figure I’ll just pass on trying to glean more info from my friend and agree to him receiving my number.

Recall of how well set-ups work for me?

Well… this time I decided to try and cut my losses by behavior-modeling E. She's online dating. She checks out a profile, if he's a possibility meets for happy hour, and doesn't waste time chatting beforehand. That way she’s only wastes an hour.

He texts me. I give him a time next week to meet for happy hour. No Googling, character witnesses, and prior cross-examination.

The “just give him a chance” set-up proceeds to sporadically text me across the next few days fussing for me to meet “Mr. Right” sooner.

“No”

Next, he sends picture of his chopper and threatens to put me on the back. And, yes, there are flames on it.

A) I prefer street bikes, but do not share this potential ego blow. Instead I write B), “I would only get on if you were teaching me to ride it myself.”

He’s claiming to not be like these “other LA boys” when I walk into E’s place.

I cannot help but smirk at the absurdity of this banter. E asks who I’m texting and I describe my attempt following her example with this set-up.

E jumps out of her seat when she hears his last name, "You didn't tell me this story had a punch line!"

Try not Googling someone after that.

Try not cross-examining a date who’s had negative press.

Furthermore, E shot him for a magazine and provides me with the character description. Apparently, we have great potential.

Prior Cross-Examination: Fail

Googling: Fail

Character Witness: Fail

The Necromancer showed up to our date on a chopper, wearing sparkly skulls, and snakeskin.

He was raised in Hollywood.

He's brilliant supposedly.

He may also be the pushiest person I ever met. 

Is there a stamp on my forehead that says, "I will accept a social-emotionally stunted person if they are supported by a parent who made an exorbitant amount of money?" Not that I can really judge accepting parents' help...

The Necromancer says, “So we aren’t so bold without a phone to hide behind are we?”

You try not being self-conscious sitting next to some guy who looks like he did heroin backstage in the eighties. Again with the set-up dilemma… This time I’m in a black casting dress and manage to ask a few questions.

My “date” is more of a monologue audience.

And somehow I screw-up answering one of the few questions I receive regarding if I have plans Friday.

Do I want to go get another drink at the Belmont? –No

Do I want to have a real date of Friday because I don’t have plans? –I want time to think about it.

The Necromancer claims I don’t need time to think about it, I know.

In my haste to get away, I consent.

"Your friend must have a sense of humor," says CrazyK.