Lucas mooing about "How do you know I would be a bad date?" Well, Lucas, if someone is familiar with you and is familiar with all of your Islamic content that you release....Videos and pics of you eating like a slob, screaming about how you are entitled to women, showing aggression and anger, dressing like a ragman, and carrying Incredibles and NES backpacks. That is how they would know. And let's not forget your overall slovenly appearance and smell.
You know, for a while I thought that Lucas's idea of a date being at a restaurant was simply because it was one of his only interests; it was the only thing he could think of to do with a woman, because other than walking around and talking about women, Lucas has no other interests, other than eating.
But the more I think about it, and the way Lucas approaches both women and eating, I realized that Lucas was actually
more romantic about food than he is about the opposite sex. Lucas will opine in great detail about the glorious meals of the past; he loves discussing the best food he's eaten in various restaurants; the best pizza from his home town, the best steaks, etc.
But with women, it's just clits and vaginas. He never speaks with the same degree of sensuality and nostalgia about women from the past, crushes or his "past eight girlfriends" (*cough* Bullshit *cough*) and as we know, oddly enough, Lucas doesn't seem to care about
which individual Gen Z clit he dates, any of them will do, because he sees them as a monolithic whole, (hole?) who all have the same opinions, the same political beliefs, and are overseen by the same strictures and dictates, which he will absolutely mention their lack of fealty to, if they don't live up to his idea of the sincerity they should have towards said dictates.
But when it comes to food, he's open-minded, he waxes almost poetic; it's the closest he gets to having an artistic interest. Sure, he crams his face with anything he finds on the ground, but when he's talking about "Fancy Restaurants", and he can hold his anger in check, Lucas leaning into his foodie bent is the closest he gets to being a normal human being.
This is one of the reasons why I've decided that Lucas's idea of the perfect date is NOT purely about him having no creativity, and no other ideas for what to do with a woman, rather, I think he is simply trying to satisfy both of his base urges at the same time.
I'm sure if he could put a piece of Clinker Dagger prime rib in his mouth, while he was having UNF! UNF! with a Gen Z girl, it would be the very peak of his life. He wouldn't see anything hedonistic and decadent about it, because Lucas's own behavior is never considered greedy or negative to him. And so a cozy date at a restaurant, a Lady & The Tramp image, which sounds romantic in the most cliched and corny way to most people, is in reality just base urge on top of base urge to Lucas. If he could manage to eat, fuck, and have the satisfaction of taking a really large dump all at the same time, I'm sure he would subject the poor hypothetical girl that I've conjured up for this example to witnessing just that.
TL;DR: Lucas's ideal date is just a way to mix together his peanut butter (overeating and obsessing about food) and his unattainable chocolate (Gen Z on a silver platter) to make the Reese's cup of his disgusting, hedonistic fantasies.
