A bit too old for me: in West Hollywood, you were expected to date within a 5 year age range, and in the summer of 1988, I was only 27 years old.
But he had most of the characteristics I find attractive, including being a clergyman: he was a minister at a gay-friendly American Baptist church in Gardena, about 45 minutes south of West Hollywood.
On our first date, we had dinner at the French Quarter, and he tried to impress me with his knowledge of Hebrew, Greek, and Latin. But he got some basic dates in biblical history wrong, and he had a weird theory about Leviticus:
"The Bible is the literal Word of God, no doubt about it, but you have to interpret it right. For instance, in Leviticus, 'thou shalt not lie with man as with woman." Well, how do you lie with man as with woman? You lie on top of him, and he puts his legs in the air. So no Greek (anal). But God doesn't say anything about French (oral)."
The rest of the story, with uncensored photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood.