Classy

I have decided that there must be something about me that just shouts class. Case and point-on Sunday night I met a guy who I gave my number to. Anyway, he called me and asked me out, and last night was our first "date". He picked me up and we went in to Georgetown. As we walked around, looking for a bar, he spotted a liquor store and his eyes sort of lit up. This is when he looks over at me and says, "I've got an idea." Twenty minutes later we are sitting on a rock next to the Potomac River, with a bottle of Jack Daniels in a paper bag. If that doesn't scream class, I don't know what does. I was definitely taken aback. One part of me thought, "OK, well he has obviously discovered my love of bourbon, and I guess that's a good thing..." While the more logical part of me was thinking, "The homeless guy who lives on this rock is going to be pissed when he comes home and there are two people drinking bourbon on his rock, unwilling to share. What in the hell am I doing here?" When did it become acceptable to bring someone on a first date down by the river to drink booze? I mean, I don't need anything fancy, but, seriously, schwilling JD out of a brown paper bag on a homeless dudes rock? The worst part of all of this is that I actually went back to his house with him afterwards to watch "Lost". He then attempted to grope me for about twenty minutes, and that's when I said goodnight. A seriously classy night with an even classier dude. I think I'm in love...