Should Fat-Asses Date Fat-Asses?

Most of us are familiar with the debate over whether or not work colleagues should date one another.  Some say no.  Some say yes.  Some yes but only if they’re not already married to other people.  Yet others say work?  But tasteless jokes about small island nations like Newfoundland aside, I’m wondering if the same question should be asked about Fat-Asses dating Fat-Asses. 

Now I know there is some Club Fat Ass precedent here involving a certain couple who met, interestingly, at one of the CFA night runs.  Why do I say “interestingly”?  No reason. 

Why do I ask?  Well, on Tuesday night I had a date with another Fat Asser.  “Gasp!  How could this be?”, you might ask.  “Doesn’t Bill [not my real name] run on Tuesday nights?”  Well it’s true.  It happened.  Now, I think it went pretty well but, being pretty much of a goof when it comes to matters of the heart, what I think and what is really the case could be quite different (at least we didn’t end up at a gay bar like one of Tim’s heterosexual friends on a first date – not that there’s anything wrong with that).   Couple that with the fact that I haven’t been on a date since … never mind … awhile, I’m never too sure about these things.  (For the record, I thought that my counterpart in this experience was pretty much the Cat’s Meow.  The nice thing about blogging is that you can say things like that, meaning it, without stu … stuttering.) 

So what do you think?  Have I crossed the line into the land of taboo?  I’m hoping not but, if the masses tell me otherwise, then I guess I’ll have to, well, ignore a lot people.