In spite of myself, I'm curious: How in Xenu's name did ANY of that s-it get worked into FIRST DATE conversation, GM? I'm really struggling to even envision the context in which such a thing could possibly occur...
"You enjoying the wine, honey? Before you get too drunk to remember, let me fill you in... I have no car, and am banned from riding the city bus, after I refused to stop sharing my fantasies of doing the mom from Growing Pains with everyone in earshot. And I also live in my parents basement, so if we bone, it'll have to be either at your place or on a park bench in the middle of the night"
-"Waiter, could you bring the check? While he's ringing us up, I should tell you... I was diagnosed with autism awhile back, but increasingly, it seems I might actually be afflicted with something that ain't even in The DSM. So, same time and place next week? Perhaps you'd like to hear a blow by blow account of that time I ended up with a prolapsed rectum in 9th grade gym glass"
Ok, to answer your question of how this stuff got worked into 1st date discussion, I'm going to need to back up to how I met her.
I've mentioned on this forum that her dog came right up to me (and then the woman took a liking to me too). Which is true. But there's more to the story.
This super strange/annoying guy I rode the bus with on a regular basis roped me into hanging out with him. When he spotted this woman from a distance, he asked me to serve as his wingman. I agreed. We then approached her. His plan for me to act as a wingman backfired on him (as explained, the woman ended up preferring me).
During our date, the question of how I knew the strange guy inevitably came up. The answer (that I rode the bus with him) gave away that I don't own a car.
While talking about him, I mentioned that I really don't want to get roped into hanging out with him again (and that I generally don't like to do social stuff at all...because of my social phobia), that's how it came up that I'm mentally ill and have hardly any social life. She has hardly any social life either.
She's local to my neighborhood. When I mentioned which building I live in (and what I do for work), it became obvious there's a mismatch between my income vs my housing (so that's how it came up that I get assistance from parents).
I left out the fact I'm on the spectrum by the way. I draw a hard line at informing a woman I'm interested in of my ASD.