Are you going to finish that?
What would you like for breakfast?
Do you know what kind of rash this is? (while pulling up shirt and/or unfastening belt)
What’s my name?
Memo to self: carry copy of Through the Looking Glass at all times.
“How do you like me now?”
Preplanned date questions? :dubious: Conversations should flow, imho, not be guided. ymmv
“What form of sponteneity do you have planned for us?”
(if picking her up instead of just meeting somewhere) “Is that what you’re going to wear?”
Protitute jokes… always funny.
*Prostitute
I need an edit button.
My dad claims that the first question he asked my mom was, “If you’re a prostitute, you should just tell me so that I don’t have to waste money on dinner.” Dad’s quite the charmer, huh? Incidentally, mom swears dad made up the story.
“By the way, what’s your name?”
(I try to remember to ask this by the third date.)
Yes, and they’re spectacular!
Okay, I can’t resist relating this now. (Though it is probably more revealing than I tend to be around here.)
One of my best dates ever was in the late nineties with a twenty-something singer for a Drum & Bass ensemble. Around dinner we got into Carrollania – and I started into my exegesis of Carroll’s work as it relates to Hermetic Philosophy: Alice’s desire to enter the garden as the impulse to Edenic Consciousness, the duality of Alice and Humpty-Dumpty as parallel with the Serpent-and-Egg symbolism of hermeticism. (“But I’m not a serpent, I tell you!” said Alice.) Why we say “Mad as March Hare,” or “Mad as a hatter…” and on through hours of literary and philosophical analyisis of the Alice books…
…and into my animation project (still in progress) in which (in one small part,) Alice disassembles a barrier wall of alphabet-blocks, until the dividing line (which she crawls through) becomes a palindrome, based on Poussin’s Shepherds of Arcadia:
IN EDEN, I? NEVER! EVEN IN EDEN, I.
Of course, she crawls through from the denial side to the acknowledgement side.
That night ended with the most intense sex I ever expect to have. (I had the subjective experience of my freaking spine breaking free of my body and whipping around like a dropped firehose while I came for about twenty seconds. Holy fuck!)
Memo to self: make that two copies.