Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter (from wikipedia)

Date:November 4 , 2008
Location: Clay Pit, Dog and Duck Pub
Time: 7pm
Duration of date: ~4 hrs
Occupation: Techie/Film maker/Photographer
Age: 28

So I am back to online dating.  I signed up the weekend I was stuck inside with an ear infection.  I emailed this dude.  He seemed like an ok guy.  He emailed back and we decided to meet up sometime.  He called me on Election Day and asked if I was doing anything.  I had no plans so we decided that we would go out for dinner (but we had to go somewhere that had CNN or was near a place with CNN).  So dinner was at Clay Pit (yes, the same place I went on a date with Napoleon Dynomite).

I never do this but we decided to carpool (this meant that I had no escape plan).  I met him at his place and we ended up taking my car.  The date went well.  There weren’t any lulls in conversation and it wasn’t one sided.  After dinner we walked to Dog and Duck to check the election status.  Obama was ahead.  We ended up leaving and going for a walk around the Blanton.  Then we went back to his place.   His roommate had CNN on so I stuck around to see Obama win.

By that time, it was getting pretty late so I grabbed my stuff to go.  He walked me to my car. I decided that he would get a hug (not the awkward one).  He decided to go for it and kiss me.  Then he proceeded to eat my face like a steak and grope me (umm, I don’t know what gave him the idea that groping and eating my face was ok).

When I got home I checked Facebook (mainly to tell Adam that he could come out of hiding).  I checked HP’s site to see if he had anything to say about the election and I saw this…

Not sure what to think about that.  I was ready to drop him like a bad habit.

I got a text message the next day saying that he hoped that I was having a good night and to give me his email address.  I decided to ignore him.  I hadn’t heard back from my peeps about the Twitter post yet.  Thursday I was in east Texas for work but I got in touch with Meg and her man.  The verdict was that HP was hoping to get some on election night.  Celebration sex if Obama wins.  Then HP sends me an email, he wants to see  me again.  I decided to send a quick email to let him know that I was not available until the following week and MAYBE, we could do lunch.

A week later I wanted answers.  I asked him what he meant by the Twitter message.  Since I didn’t know him that well, I was going to give him a chance to explain.

I responded to your initial message not because you are black – I only responded because you and I seemed like perhaps we might be a decent match. Frankly, I was hoping that we would make out by the end of the night, and given Obama’s election would take up quite a bit of the discussion, I was hoping he’d win so we’d have an excuse to make out.
Such was the case, and it was quite enjoyable.

It was merely my calling out to the universe, “let Obama win so we can have an excuse to makeout or more even though we don’t know each other that well” sort of wish.
No more no less.

The reverse syntax of the statement would be something like:
“going on a date w/ a white guy on election night – win (candidate who is white in a parallel universe country that has never had a white president before) win!

Hope FFF fest was swell, if you want to meetup again that’s cool, if not, I enjoyed celebrating a little with you and wish you the best. I’m hopeful for a great turnaround of our country. Yes I comma splice like crazy.
call me if you wish
Harry Potter

I thanked Mr. Potter for his reply and said that I was weirded out by the Twitter message.  Usually when race comes up in my world, it is NOT a good thing.  I was tempted to give the dude a second chance but after consulting with my posse, the decision was to not go out with Mr. Potter again.