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Note: The following took place on Thursday night after our happy hour.

As many of us do, I was multitasking online late one night. Since I had a dating site open in the next window, I was vulnerable to IM attack. A reasonably attractive 27 year-old struck up a conversation with me. Unlike most on these sites, he was actually witty, and we seemed to share academic and career interests. Rather incongruously, he asked me out. “I’m not getting any younger, you know ” was the response to my “Well, that was fast.” He texted me several times the next day. I became cautiously optimistic.

We met the next night for a light dinner near the Archives. Expect the following flow of conversation when on a date with the typical DC gay:

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