SK: What's your idea of a perfect date?
Seth: Well, for me, it would an all-day affair. First, we cut out on work or whatever, "borrow" a friend's father's fancy car and drive into the city for some fun and excitement, sneak into a fancy restaurant, hit a museum, a baseball game, maybe lead a parade. Then someone fakes a drowning and it gets really serious for moment, but then it's back to laughs and someone will learn how to stand up to their parents and maybe make amends with his sister.
SK: What do most guys do wrong when they're out with a girl?
Seth: Rollerblading to the date in hot pants to show off your new mustache sometimes sends the wrong message. Also, no matter how subtle you think you're being, don't talk about how awesome you are; let them figure it out (if it's at all true). Keep in mind, women have decided how they feel about you before they agree to go out with you. It's on you to fuck it up. Remember, there's a thin line between cute and creepy.
SK: What's the worst thing a girl can do on a date?
Seth: Take out her dick. It's a kind of a social no-no and one of the biggest traps a lot of women fall into on a date. Besides that women can tend to talk too much. Keep it simple, light and funny. Women underestimate what a little well-placed sarcasm will do for a man.
SK: Tell us a secret!Do you hate frowning? Follow him on Twitter and never frown again and be sure to swing by and see Seth in action this Saturday!
Seth: (whispered) I don't like "Glee" as much as I pretend to.
SK: What advice would you give a younger version of yourself about dating?
A. Women like to be asked out and taken out properly.
B. You don't have to work so hard, just be able to listen well.
C. Anal beads are not for everyone!
SK: What would you put on a mix tape for a girl that you liked?
Seth: I would start out with a little "Grand Ol' Flag" (just to let them know where I'm at). Then hit them with The Roc-appella version of "Walking on Broken Glass" (the breakdown is killer). A little Bob (Cat Goldthwaite), a little Tom (Tom Club), some Shaina (Twain), a few car horns and alarms (oh, curve ball), and then end with 25 minutes of me whispering about all my childhood pets and my imaginary ones.