I Met Him On Tinder

I Met Him On Tinder
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I met him on Tinder. He was funny, very cute and he seemed interesting. We chatted for three weeks and then finally made plans, low key plans to have a beer.

The night of the date I texted him. “Where do you want to meet?” I named a place, he named a place...we finally decided. It was closer to where he lived, but ok. “OMW”

“Do you mind swinging by to pick me up?” HE asked. What? He didn’t have a car? UGHH. Ok, fine…”Sure”

When he asked what he should wear I told him just casual attire, it was a pub for god’s sake, not a Michelin Star rated restaurant. Imagine my surprise when I showed up to him in painter’s pants. Paint splattered painter’s pants and a t-shirt with holes in it. Not holes in a fashioney way, but holes as in “I’ve had this t-shirt since the 90’s” way. Don’t get me wrong, I like a working man but that’s the outfit you choose to wear on a first date?

I’m well aware of how low my standards are, so I could have overlooked the not having a car, I could have overlooked the “I just got off work from my construction job” wardrobe but I could NOT overlook what came next.

He was a complete gentleman. He asked if he could hold my hand. That’s not the unforgivable part. The unforgivable and disastrous part was that he was completely and utterly uninteresting and BORING AF!

He had nothing to contribute to the conversation. He didn’t laugh once at my jokes and I was HILARIOUS. I even dodged him when he tried to kiss me when I dropped him off...once again because he didn’t have a car, I mean at least Uber to a first date!

On the 13 minute drive home, he texted me 19 times. That’s 1.4615 texts per minute I did the math. And it all culminated in “I had a blast. When can I see you again?”

The hardest text I’ve ever had to type was “I’m sorry, I just wasn’t feeling it” he was gutted. I was gutted because I’ve been on the receiving end of “I’m not feeling it” texts all my life and all I could think was this sucks.

Is it always going to be like this? That one person likes the other one more? If so, I don’t think I can do this...this dating thing.

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