The guy says he’s direct and doesn’t like bullshit. Regardless, it’s jarring when a conversation about past relationships includes the sentence “I’m still friends with my first blowjob.”
(“Indoor voice!” I chirp anxiously, glancing at the table directly to the left.)
The theme of overt sexuality continues when he tells me about one of his business ideas: Porndora. It’s like Pandora for porn. “If you like anal fisting,” he pitches me, “you might also like…”
Later, he decides to disclose some information that makes him look less than brilliant. But rather than simply moving on with the conversation, he follows up with, “But I took calculus in 9th grade!” Then, apparently hoping to cut me down to a manageable size, he scribbles a definite integral problem and shoves it in front of me.
Now, I haven’t taken calculus since the mid-90s, but I’m not one to back down from a challenge. Squinting uncertainly, I jot down my best answer.
He snatches the paper away.
“Did I get it wrong?”
“I dunno. I’m not going to wait around while you try to evaluate the tangent of 1.”
“Wait, So I got it right? ‘Cause it wouldn’t be too hard to estimate the tangent of 1. I mean, I can just take a third of pi radians, which is sixt…”
“I dunno. Whatever. Quick, what’s 31 squared?”