After a week or so of Blackberry instant messaging, I met POF #9 at a local pub on the Upper East Side to watch Monday Night Football. We drank a beer as we chatted about the game, roommates, work, prior POF dates and other light subjects that are normally discussed between two people that have just met. He was friendly, funny, and HUGE-- 6'4" and at least 250lbs. He wasn't fat- just BIG! He was kind of cute actually. He was clean-cut, had short blond hair, blue eyes, nice smile, good teeth and a juicy booty that he was proud to show off. He even stood up and did a spin for me. It was funny. I was having a good time, so ordered another beer and some chicken wings for us to share. I have never seen anyone suck the meat off of a bone so quickly and efficiently! I told him it was going to go straight to his ass. Luckily, he had a sense of humor.

Beer and chicken wings may have been a poor choice since they are not friendly to the digestive system. I tried my hardest to refrain from belching and detected the distinct odor of intestinal gas coming from his direction. I was thoroughly disgusted and convinced myself that the foul smell came from the guy across the room rather than my cute, funny date.  Luckily, the incident was isolated, and I soon forgot all about it. 

In addition to a healthy appetite, we also seem to share the same attitude about the whole POF internet dating thing: we have fun with it and don't really take it (or ourselves) too seriously.

In the end, I liked POF #9. I'm not sure that we are a love connection or anything, but I would definitely hang out with him again. He seemed to have had a good time as well because at the end of the date, he encouraged me to grab his big butt! I was happy to oblige! ;)

POF #9: Maybe.