In a brief lapse of judgment, I downloaded Tinder because it included two very important factors: It was free and it contained people I hadn’t yet met.
I spent the first three days mostly swiping left and communicating with people who were like:
Tinderer: I’m in town for the weekend. Wanna have some fun?
After a few days of this I developed a slight appreciation/hate relationship with Tinder and I tried to delete the app. However, having recently switched from an iPhone to an Android I discovered that dragging the icon to the trash can was not sufficient to delete the app and that I must uninstall it. This is where I lost motivation and gave in to more time with Tinder.
Lucky for my dear readers this means that I have been on some lame first and one lame second date as well as the first stranger danger dating in a very long while.
Tinder Match #1:
Canceled with the I’m-not-feeling-very-good card.
Tinder Match #2:
Wanted to meet for a walk around the lake. Showed up in basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Got called into work. We made plans to meet for brunch.
Although we had a time and place, he seemed to think that since I didn’t immediately respond to his “good morning” text that we may not be on for sure so he proceeded to drink some ridiculous protein shake. He showed up 30 minutes late in (possibly the same) basketball shorts and a very wrinkled t-shirt. He choked down part of a fruit plate while I ate steak and eggs. He then rushed out at the end because he had to go to work.
Not only am I unsure that he ever laughs or chills the fuck out, he clearly had a very close relationship with his parents that included him living with them for many of his adult years – by choice. He really wants kids because he thinks he has things to impart and because he has thoroughly read and copied a Psychology textbook.
Apparently, we were basically soulmates.
Tinder Match #3:
A little to Mystery Method-y for my taste but still interesting enough to be in the running.
Tinder Match #4:
With this one, I’m just gonna roll with bullet points of things that went wrong:
- I dropped all the f-bombs.
- He was a teacher who was afraid of bad (see code word “behavioral”) kids.
- He was skeptical, at best, of my neighborhood and may have inadvertently talked some shit about it.
- He stopped drinking beer and started drinking water.
- He did not say a single remotely funny thing.
- He invited me to sit on his apartment balcony within an hour and a half of meeting.
- I declined and invited him to a street festival that involved music.
- He danced. (I conducted a 30 minute long search trying to find a video or gif that demonstrated this dance, but I was unsuccessful.) It was an unfortunate combination of pursed lips, finger guns, semi-flailing flat hands, and an ass that got way too close to my body.
And THAT is when I knew it was truly over. Most uncomfortable 30 minutes of my life…
I’m utterly divided whether to keep up Tinder for the blogging fodder or whether to scrap it and return to plan A which was live my life and let fate do or do not do its thing the old-fashioned way.