Cue up the Sublime CD as I drive east out of town…
Miss Strahovski seems like the adventurous type, so we’d go horseback riding up into the mountains for a picnic with a spectacular view. Maybe spot some elk and other wildlife along the way–a bear if we’re lucky. After the ride back down Yvonne and I would enjoy some beer and live music at a local bar. Then some quality time back at the house, out on the deck under the stars…
Since the first date is all about chemistry, would Rohypnol be appropriate?
Scarlett Johansson and I share music tastes (e.g JaMC, Tom Waits), so we’d catch a show, I think. Whoever’s touring.
Also vegan. Try again.
I feel bad that I don’t have a Hollywood crush, mostly because I don’t trust actresses to be anything like their characters. If anyone knows of any that are generally smart, funny and not followers of woo IRL , I’ll give them serious consideration.
My chorus has performed with Bernadette Peters. I was every bit as amazing as you’d think.
Well, you certainly have a high opinion of yourself! 
It. **It. It. IT!!!
(Actually, I was kinda amazing too.)
Og Bless you Sir but 1) How do you know this stuff? and 2) How would you keep them from thinking “Stalker! Ick! Ick! Ick!” 5 minutes into the date?
My date I never named & I’ll never know if she’s vegan, allergic to ice-cream, or gets car-sick. Sure its a fantasy. Still, I’d never show up with a dozen roses saying, “Yeah, I know… everybody gets you chocolate. So here’s a 5-year’s subscription to Omaha Steaks instead…!”
In my fantasy, that slap would be So Worth It though… 
Bell and her partner were just on Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me. Check out her obsession with sloths and let us know if you’re still interested in a date with her.
Hmmm… can I bring Rohypnol?
Steve Lukather and I would go out for drinks and some blues music…
I’d need the third date to turn her into my stalker.
I’d take Diane Lane to Wendy’s and let her order anything she wants off of the dollar menu.
Benedict Cumberbatch Museums and dancing.
Well, I will be the one dancing 
Michael Fassbender seems like the sporting type, so we would catch a pro soccer (sigh football) match, and then it’s off to the pub.
And after that . . . well, you’ve seen Shame, right?
Miss Bell is beautiful & sweet & I hope her engagement is the happiest evah! (…and if they ever decide to have a kid, I hope Cafe Society has a thread called “Life Discovered On Mars!” every happiness)
…but in my dumb fantasy, I’d ask somebody else.
…and suddenly, somewhere in an undisclosed location in CA, the horrible wretching fits (caused by the accidental thought of a guy like me) have suddenly subsided. Could this lead to a cure for Bulimia? Induce worse wretching & then remove the cause? Hmmm…