Think like a guy dating
Each slot corresponds to a particular type of plate or bowl (Note: the related dishes had to be bought separately from the kitchen reno, but as he explained, that would be a “one-time purchase”).
After eating on these dishes, the user would put it into the appropriate slot where it would go into the wall, get washed, dried and put away. ” I responded, trying to catch our server’s eye (I wasn’t about to stick him with the bill for my drinks after a short AF date that ended with me bailing).
I immediately came up with an exit plan: I needed to pick up a gift for my niece at Sephora.
He followed me to the store, sharing his thoughts on makeup and opinions on girls who wear too much of it all the way.
And he called it the “T-Wash” because his name was Trevor. When T-Wash, as he has now become known, got up to go to the bathroom, I texted my friends to tell them the date was a dud. For some reason, even though we were basically the only ones in the bar, the server took her sweet time coming over to us and as a result, I had to sit there and, at T’s request, explain why I wasn’t down for date numero dos.
They agreed to meet me at the subway station and when T came back, I informed him that I had to get going. (Fun fact: It turns out that he changed from his work clothes into sweatpants because I “seemed like an easy-going chick.”)As soon as my debit payment went through, I waved goodbye and booked it out of the bar.
He mentioned that he was an inventor at heart, and that one day, he was going to be so successful that he would be in a photo with the then-U. president Barack Obama, pointing at his new bud and saying, “Yeahhh, this guy!
” OK, so what are some ideas you have for inventions? He proceeded to tell me about how he wanted to revolutionize the typical kitchen, constructing a wall with a variety of different sized slots in it.
In the hour leading up to the date, my phone would not. Fifteen minutes later: “I’m getting on the subway.” Twenty minutes later: “I’m getting off the station.” Two minutes later: “I’m walking up the street.” Cool story bro, just get here.
It was only when I was recounting this story to my friends later that night that we realized, T was stoned the entire time.