Have you ever seen that episode of Sex & The City where Charlotte is dating that guy who curses at her everytime they're in bed together? Well, then you probably know where I'm going with this one.
Last May I went out with a really attractive investment banker. I wasn't super into him, but he really was so good looking. We had a decent time on our first date at a hotel bar, so I decided to go out with him again. We made plans for a Friday night during a week where I had a house guest at my apartment. I made sure to throw her out before our date because I had a strong feeling I was bringing this guy back with me.
With my house guest gone, I got all done up and met him downtown for a drink and then we got dinner at a really good Mexican place on the lower east side. After several margaritas and a little bit of food, I was ready to get out of there. I didn't know how to invite him back to my apartment as I had never done it before. So, I suggested we drink more at a bar by my apartment. When we got to the next bar, we didn't even get through one drink when I pulled the old college "want to go back to my place and watch a movie?" I was so awful at this. But, it had worked.
We got back to my apartment and pretended to look for a movie to watch when he finally made his move. One thing led to another and then completely out of nowhere, he started cursing up a storm! All of a sudden he was shouting out these vulgar one liners at me. I was so taken aback, I didn't know what to think. I was like, why are you so angry?? And then after he was done (and, therefore, done cursing) he started giggling and rolling back and forth like a small child! I was like, now you're laughing? What is happening here?!? Is he going to sleep here too?? Because I would kind of like for him to leave now. He fell asleep shortly after his erratic mood swing episode. And I stayed awake in a state of shock.
The next morning, wondering if the previous night was just the product of too much drinking, I decided to give it another shot. We did our thing and just like the night before, he started with the cursing and transitioned into child's laughter. This was so ridiculously weird. After that, I got out of bed and hinted that he leave (i.e.: "So, you should probably get going.") After he left, I sat on my couch and pondered why this good looking, successful guy in his early thirties cursed like a crazy person and then giggled like an even crazier person in bed. I don't know if this is normal or not, or if there are people out there who are into this, but I know that this is not for me. No more angry gigglers please.