Worst pre-Hinge date?
In college, playing a game of Dartmouth Pong (it’s like Ping Pong with paddles, not Beirut) in a fraternity basement was considered a pretty advanced date… need I say more?
What’s your hidden talent?
I can start dance parties anywhere. It stems from the fact that I have a happy dance, which makes an involuntary appearance whenever I smell bacon. Which isn’t THAT surprising, because who doesn’t love bacon? But one time in particular I was visiting a favorite late-night pizza place with some friends, and there it was: the perfect smell of bacon… mixed with the equally perfect smell of pizza. The happy dance began, and this time it was accompanied with an impromptu kareoke session to the classic rock that was playing on the radio. Before long, the entire place was singing and dancing, up to and including all the servers. And in the end, my slice of bacon pizza was on the house… which, as I’m sure you guessed, resulted in yet another outbreak of the happy dance.
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