Oh wait, I know the answer to this:
Since Creepy Skincare Product Stalker Guy, Sociopathic Alcoholic Stalker Guy, Outdoor Voice Guy, and Rock Lock Guy.
The Embryologist was fine. Normal. Fine. And I do NOT mean a lascivious "fine" as in "oh baby, you're so fine." I mean just that... fine.
And what a relief it was that he wasn't a complete and utter freak.
Do I want to see him again? I have no idea. I need to think on it a while. I'm worried that the sheer relief and novelty of spending an evening with someone non-creepy might be distorting my judgment.
I've tried to apply my usual measuring stick: "Can I see myself naked with him?"
And the answer is "No."
But yet.... he's normal.
KK called me this morning to see how the date was:
Me: He was normal. So sad when "non creepy" is such a welcome relief.
KK: So you're gonna marry him then.
Me: Oh fuck you.