How about we… drink a beer on the Caltrain. Note: this really only makes sense if you live San Francisco and work on the peninsula and don't mind strangers conspicuously eavesdropping on your dates.
How about we… go to one of the two free goat related events this saturday: A) The 2nd annual goat festival at the Ferry Building, or B) an event at a bookstore in Noe Valley feature the authors of Goat: meat, milk, and cheese.
How about we… Go to Pride of the Mediterranean, smoke a hookah, drink some tea, and maybe play a game of backgammon.
An awesome place I've visited:
The movie I've watched the most times:
The Fugitive, In The Line of Fire, Braveheart, or LA Confidential. I kind of had an obsessive personality during the ages 12-15.
My life history in 5 sentences or fewer:
Started off on the east coast during early formative years. Came to the west coast for college. Went back to the east coast, was all professional, but wanted to move back here during most of that time. Now I'm back. Who knows what's next.
Obscure knowledge I possess:
I know a lot about Al Jubail Industrial City.
For me, a first date no-no is:
Two fairly recent things jump to mind: 1) someone started off a brunch date with a very generic, "don't get between me and my coffee" joke that reminded me too much of annoying people at my office. 2) I was on a date with someone who didn't think the shake-weight was an abnormal product or that the commercial was that odd. Basically, don't have a bad sense of humor.
A story you should remind me to tell you on our first date:
I have a story about strawberry mentos that provides a good window into my personality on a few levels. You could also ask about my excursion into being a fan of really trashy TV.
I secretly want to be: