Sex in a Comedy Club

Dating App:  

Swiper: Girl seeking boy

Timeline: June 2015

Date Type: In person

A comedy club date is a great idea if you want to test each other for sense of humor.  But, if you’ve suggested a comedy club night out, then you better be ready to emotionally and physically deal with the consequences.

Take my word for it. Wait until date 5 for the comedy club and try to have already established some physical connection.

My Story:

When the comedian on stage decided to ask my date and I if we’d had sex, we both shook our heads saying no.  The comedian looked straight at me and asked, “Date 3 and you’ve given the man nothing?!  What is it going to take to get this man laid tonight?”

I giggled and slyly picked up my beer and shook it left to right by the neck.  The headliner couldn’t contain his laughter and called out to the bar staff for 3 shots of Jameson.

He asked the entire venue to raise their glasses and cheers to me and my date having sex that night. The comedian tapped his shot glass against ours for full effect before knocking it back.

I personally found all of this to be incredibly funny – yes, a little uncomfortable, but seriously entertaining.  My date, however, practically froze and his body clammed up, big time.

At the end of the show, we were asked to join the comedians at the local dive around the corner.  The walk there was interesting. Nearly every person in that venue stopped us to wish us luck on fucking that night.

By the time we got into the bar, a large group had formed around us probing about our relationship and why sex hadn’t been on the menu yet.

My date quietly internalized the agony of the situation.  I laughed it off, didn’t perpetuate the situation, but also didn’t shy from it.  At some point, I had to call a spade a spade and asked my date if he wanted to call it a night.

We walked to his apartment a few blocks away and stood outside his building, awkwardly and quietly.  I waited for him to ask me up, but he was not into it. Suffice it to say, the wind was never going to make it to the sails.

I understood that the night created a big “whomp whomp” on any chance of us having sex, but it seemed the night made a larger impact on him.  So, I suggested we catch up the next day.

I called an Uber and I never heard from him again.