November 2022 – Lisbon, Portugal

I matched with the Poly Indian Psychologist Comedian while he was in Lisbon to perform at a comedy show.  I immediately thought he was sexy in a not-at-all-my-usual-type way (that man bun just really did it for me). 

We hit it off via chat pretty much immediately and he invited me to his show later that night. At first,I thought it might be a little awkward. I was worried he would be terrible, and I would have to fake it (something I do for no man, under any circumstance), but I figured I had nothing else to do.  He was hot; and we seemed to be on the same page about where the night would go post show if the vibe was right.  

I got a little cute, put on some makeup and a very short sweater dress and headed to the address he provided. 

Being unfamiliar with the Lisbon comedy scene, and somewhat familiar with the NYC comedy scene, I didn’t stop to think about what the venue and crowd would be like. I was a little thrown off when the Bolt driver said we had arrived, and I was at what appeared to be a small bakery.  I asked someone standing outside if I was in the right place and they told me I was, and to head downstairs.  

I headed down the stairs I hadn’t even noticed and into a small venue. There was a small stage with a bar in the back and it was set up for about 40 people. It was intimate.  

As I looked around, I immediately noticed The Bi-Sexual Poly Indian Psychologist Comedian, who stood out from the crowd for a myriad of reasons. He immediately noticed me, as I also stood out for my own myriad of reasons, and made his way over.  

He was definitely hot, in both looks and personality.  

I was pretty sure the attraction was mutual as we chatted at the bar for a few minutes, during which time he told me he doesn’t drink alcohol anymore but does micro dose LSD on occasion…interesting! Well, I thought to myself, I am going to have a couple cocktails and maybe circle back to the psychedelics another time.  

We stood at the back of the room, near the bar while the MC and other comedians ran the stage until it was my date’s turn.  He was clearly a bit nervous- running through his bit in his head and checking his notes while we were chatting and watching the other acts.   

I figured, even if he was absolutely terrible, he couldn’t be worse than the acts leading up to his… apparently the comedy “scene” in Lisbon is still in its infancy.  

When he was called up on the stage, I wished him luck and braced myself for the impact of him joining the car wreck of a comedy show this had been so far.  

To my surprise… he was hilarious! 

I pretended to be offended by his jokes about white women, Americans, and digital nomads, but well… they were all pretty spot on.   

I learned quite a bit during his act. He is bi-sexual, which normally might deter my attraction to someone a bit, but actually made him more appealing. He had had a life altering heart attack and all about his immigration from India to the Netherlands… it was essentially the most informative first date I have ever been on that required zero effort or participation on my end (I really need to start dating more comedians).  

After his act, The Bi-Sexual Poly Indian Psychologist Comedian came back to join me and I thanked him for finally adding some humor to the night.  Our date picked back up where it had left off… so much so that we kept forgetting where we were and got scolded for talking too much (sorry!). 

When the show ended, my date and I ended up upstairs hanging out with a group of people from the show and a couple of friends he knew that were also in Lisbon. We were all having a great time laughing, talking life and travels and shows, when we were reminded of the time and amount of noise we were making and essentially kicked out.  

We ended up on the corner with a group of younger people who were looking to go out and party and invited us along. The Bi-Sexual Poly Indian Psychologist Comedian and I looked at each other and seemed to mutually agree the only place our night was going was back to my mine.   

We gave the kids directions of where they could go party the night away and called an Uber.  Even though it seemed a done deal from the first swipe, my date confirmed it was okay to come with me in the Uber (consent is so sexy) and of course it was.  

In the Uber, we organically fell into a great in-depth conversation, we also closed any physical gap that was between us (without risking my Uber status). It seemed this night was on its planned trajectory.   

We got to my Airbnb where I poured myself a drink and him a water.  He asked if I wanted to smoke and produced a pre-roll, to which I declared: is that from Amsterdam?? Like a 5 year old would declare “is that from Santa!?” to a beautiful package on Christmas morning.  

It sure was. We sat and took slow pulls, continuing our conversation. I knew I was going to have to initiate if I wanted to get this ball rolling sooner than later, so I got up and said I needed to take my dress off… pause… pause… it clicked! He stood up and followed… he follll—-oooooooh’d.  

The funny guy suddenly took a back seat, and the sexy assertive man took a step forward.  

For a man with 2 girlfriends, I expected a bit more.  Like his comedy set, I was pleasantly pleased, but wanted more.  

Though there was no encore, we did have more great conversation while sitting on the couch finishing the joint and I found myself more and more intrigued by him.  

We eventually wrapped up our evening, as it was well in to the morning by then. He asked if I could call him an Uber (being from the more rural Netherlands, he operated mostly on cash).  I obliged, called an uber, and gave him an edible in exchange for the joint he gave me. He quipped, edibles don’t do “anything” for him, and walked him to the door.  

When I woke up the next morning, I found cash he had left for the Uber and another joint.  

I texted him to thank him and wish him a safe flight home and tell him I had had a great time. He told me he was already at the airport and questioning what was in the “white girl gummy” I had given him because he was high as fuck.  

He did make him home, flying high in more ways than one, and we stayed in touch pretty consistently.  

Our paths seemed to just miss each other on a couple of occasions during travels…  

Until my long layover in Amsterdam about 6 months later…