My first impression began with his bone crushing handshake (I suppose that’s better than a limp hand, but isn’t there a happy medium…?). So, I responded as any reasonable person would and squeezed back, hard. He redoubled his effort and I let go concluding this man must have a micropenis if he has to prove his dominance like this. I never saw it so I don’t have confirmation.
The date…It was a pleasant night listening to jazz bands at an outdoor festival. I knew ahead of time he was a “man of uniform” because he works for a partner agency, so I guess I get two boxes for those things! But I should get three for the highly probable micropenis! Haha.
Funny how I’m more excited about checking boxes than the guy!