The Complete List Of Topics Not To Bring Up On A First Date


What our kids would look like, hypothetically, if we were to have kids, no pressure or anything haha, just making conversation over here, but seriously why bother with this whole charade if we have incompatible features that are destined to created hideous children with weak chins and foreheads large enough to mount flat-screens on?

A brutally frank appraisal of what to expect from your naked body.


How dating makes you hyper-aware of the way people instinctively inspect and evaluate each other based on their most superficial qualities, and how that makes you feel less like a person and more like a commodity, and a rather inferior one at that, like maybe RC Cola or the headphones that come with your iPod.

Crystal Meth, the merits of

How exciting it is that your date’s name is Walter, because, for reasons you’d prefer not to get in to, you already happen to have a heart tattooed on your bicep with the name Walter emblazoned across it! Cool, huh?!?

How your date bears an uncanny resemblance to your father, even if you happen to find said resemblance oddly compelling, and especially if the date in question is a woman.

A comprehensive rundown of the sex acts you are both willing and unwilling to perform.

“Could you pass the pepper, oh, and by the way, quickly sign this strictly precautionary pre-prenuptial agreement?”

Schizophrenia, the merits of

A medley of your worst first date stories, which you consider a fun way to break the ice, but which actually make you sound like some cursed and unfortunate soul destined to an eternity of unfathomably awful dates with other doomed, wretched troglodytes.

The Kentucky Meat shower.

A highly detailed, slightly obsessive 45-minute diatribe about how you’re “so over your ex,” that actually serves to illustrate the exact opposite of the point you’re intending to convey.

Anything prefaced with a comment like, “Let’s just get this out in the open right from the start…” or “Look, I should really warn you about…” or “Legally, I’m required to inform you that…”

From Justin to Kelly, the merits of

How a series of failed relationships has led you down a dark and frightening path culminating in this very date, a stark and unparalleled low-point that addicts usually refer to as “rock bottom.” Further, how your only options now are to either: A) perish in an avalanche of maudlin self-pity or B) rise from the ashes of this horrific evening like a fiery phoenix (but, in either case, “no go” on a second date).

What you call the First Date Paradox, which could be described as follows:

Your most idiosyncratic qualities, the things that truly define you, (i.e. the various passions, opinions, and hang-ups that differentiate you from the congealed mass of humanity) are inherently and simultaneously A) The qualities most likely to repel other people and B) The only qualities unique enough that they could ever make someone truly fall in love with you. Consequently, they are both the things about yourself most worth revealing (partly because they’ll come out eventually and revealing them right from the start saves wasted time and energy) and the things about yourself which you are most frightened to reveal (because they have the power to drive others away, which seems to violate some silly instinctual desire to be loved, not just by some people, but by EVERYONE ALL THE TIME, and especially by this stranger you’re desperately searching for common ground with over watered-down cocktails and the appetizer sampler).  This struggle to display what makes you worth loving while at the same time carefully ensuring that you don’t display anything that could potentially render you unlovable makes first dates even more stressful and mentally paralyzing than they already would be.

Oh yeah, try to also avoid: religion, partisan politics, partisan sports interests, current events, race, boring work stories (hint: they’re all boring), sex, past relationships, your life, your inevitable death, and, especially, your running thoughts on how the date’s gone so far. Good luck out there!

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