I literally almost fell asleep on this date. Maybe it was the rain. Maybe it was because I have a cold. Or maybe POF #4 is just boring. Regardless, there was no chemistry. Although #4 is generally attractive, has a brand new pimped-out Jeep, and seems like a decent guy, I just wasn't feeling it.

Initially, I was excited to see that this guy didn't need a stylist. He's a good dresser, has good hair, is clean shaven, and looks like he works out. Moreover, he didn't have any noticable deformities, lisps, or facial twitches. But, he licked his fingers while eating a messy steak wrap. Ever hear of a napkin? Ugh! Bad manners kill me! But, it's not a deal breaker.

He asked me a little about my dancing. But he talked mostly about himself, which is fine because I didn't feel like trying to be clever. He told me that he's had the same job (Port Authority Officer) for 11 years. However, he moonlights as a stand-up comedian. The date pretty much ended after he mentioned that one of his jokes was about "titty f*cking."

Advice to single men: Never mention "titty f*cking" on the first date.

POF date #4: Fail!

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