A play about the date from hell: what if your perfect new boyfriend turned out to be SATAN?
Late one rainy night in Baltimore, Andrew meets a handsome stranger named Jack. The two immediately hit it off and start dating, despite the fact that Andrew already has a super-duper boyfriend and that Jack has the Mark of the Beast — you know, 666 — burned into his forehead. “Are you a satanist?” Andrew asks Jack. “No,” he replies, sheepishly. “But my father… he’s the Devil.” Intrigued-slash-slightly apprehensive (and against the urgings of his best gal-pal Bernadette), Andrew does his best to make a go of it with Jack, until Andrew slowly begins to realize, with mounting dread and horror — and, always, an undefeatable sense of humor — that Jack isn’t the Devil’s son at all. On the contrary, he’s something far, far worse… TRULY a boyfriend of the damned!