I went on a first date to the Museum of Sex as a joke and it ended up being really, really fun.


Hot date. The uncomfortable kind of hot. (via Twitter)

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Instead of trying to solve the problem of first date awkwardness, I took the opposite approach: make a first date as awkward as possible by visiting the Museum of Sex. And it sort of worked! It's easy to break the tension when you're standing in between a stranger and a three-foot-tall plaster clitoris.

I'll refer to my date as "Mike" since he does not know I went on this date in order to write an article about going on a date. I met Mike when he asked for my number outside of a bar last week and I gave it to him because honestly, I'll give my number to pretty much anyone who asks nicely. Originally, our first date was supposed to be in Central Park, but I had to cancel to get headshots printed.


Headshots are so dumb.

I haven't booked anything with this headshot yet, but should I make it my Tinder profile picture? Anyway, when I rescheduled, I asked Mike to join me at the Museum of Sex. Here's his response:


Yes, I have ten unread text messages.

We met at the museum in the evening, I was 15 minutes late because I'm literally never on time for anything. Jay-Z's "Big Pimpin'" was appropriately blasting as we entered the museum. Mike asked, "how'd you get the idea to come here?" I sort of panicked and told him the (almost) truth: "a friend thought it would be funny to go here on a first date but he has a girlfriend so I stole his idea." I did not mention that I'd be documenting the date.

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