Comedian and reporter Mandy Stadmiller, who has made her name by pulling stunts for the Post like buying a night with the only male prostitute in America, used to have a dating column. Three years ago this month, she wrote a funny column about a dude who was a little too overeager. Here is an excerpt:
In April, I went on one fateful date with Mr. Whip It Out. The highlight, as you might have guessed, consisted of him whipping it out. In Central Park. At like 9 p.m.
Yes, we were kissing. Yes, we were holding hands. Yes, we were cuddling. Naively, I took these as romantic overtures — rather than prelude to a whip. “Um,” I said to his bold proposition, “not so much.”
He smiled, discretely [sic] repositioned his privates, and we walked to Strawberry Fields, where he talked wistfully about John Lennon’s murder. Then he whipped it out again. “You’re making me a bit,” I said, “uncomfortable.”
Oh, ze French! So oversexed, right? Good thing Mandy had a sense of humor about the whole thing. Except that three years later, she wasn’t feeling so funny about it when she realized that Mr. Whip It Out, a.k.a. 42-year-old Hugues-Denver Akassy, is the latest accused Central Park Rapist. The column she wrote in yesterday’s Post about the date was a lot less humorous, and a lot more graphic.
Stadmiller has always been a good sport about pushing the line between humor and actual dark territory (see above re: Markus, America’s only male prostitute, or the time Andy Dick peed in front of her) — but even she probably never realized how close she’d eventually come to something truly scary.
A date with the ‘rapist’ [NYP]