On the surface, I would think that guys who love Elvis Costello would be a perfect match made for me: they're usually smart, snarky, and wickedly funny. They relate to EC's witty, acerbic lyrics. That's cool. I get it.
However, after you spend some solo time with him, his trashbaginess is revealed. One your first (and only) date, he will possibly:
- Lean and tell you that he thinks that the waitress is cute
- Go on and on about his ex-girlfriend and what a whore she was
- Hit on your best friend when you leave the room to powder your nose
- Explain that he usually only dates 23-year-old half-Asian yoga instructors (uh, okay)