My 8 month sort-of relationship ended and I was bored (kidding, I was dumped via text and was ugly crying while watching Laguna Beach all week). Saturday night comes along and I was getting sick of Netflix (impossible, I know). A friend suggested I download Tinder for some eye candy or a potential hookup.
Within minutes I was on a swiping frenzy. Decent looking fireman? Yes, please. Creepy guy I went to high school with? No, thanks. The first “match” I got sent me into a high school crush giddy moment – goodbye ex, hello mystery Tinder man! Hours and a very sore wrist later I had about 15 matches. The next morning I looked at my phone and saw 10 notifications – all from Tinder. There were a bunch of messages, selfies (no dick pics, phew!), and a few more matches.
Most messages were either “hi” or a winky face. Then there were a few odd ones.
I replied to most of the “hi” ones and eventually started a full on conversation with Adam. Hours and hours of conversation later, he gave me his number. I was super hesitant at first, but then I was like f*ck it, why not? We began texting regularly for about a week…and then he asked me out.
Holy shit should I go? What if he murders me? He doesn’t look like a serial killer. But he could be those good looking killers they always show on Nancy Grace….
At first, I just pretended I didn’t see his message asking me out. But a few days later, he asked again. Before giving him an answer, I Instagram and Facebook stalked him (and his friends), just to make sure he wasn’t a super creep. He didn’t seem like it, so I said yes. We decided to go to the beach with our dogs.
While driving to the beach for the first date: Ahhhhh dammit, I shouldn’t have had all that sushi for lunch. Sushi + bikinis = not BFFS. I think I feel a stomach ache coming on. Oh wait false alarm…just gas passing (ew!).
I blast Iggy Azalea the whole car ride to the beach to pump myself up. I was feeling fantastic – that is until I parked the car and the music stopped. Then the nerves started coming on full force. I spotted him playing fetch with his dog out on the sand.
PHEW. He looks like his Tinder photos. THANK YOU HIGHER POWER.
He spots my dog and I and waves while walking towards us. We have an awkward hug then find a spot to hang on the beach. He was seemed super nervous as well (serial killers aren’t nervous right???), so that made me feel a bit better. We made some small talk (literally talked about the weather for a good 10 minutes), then headed out to the water with our dogs. Conversation eventually started flowing more naturally, and in no time we had spent 3 hours at the beach together. We ended the date with a hug (no first date kiss, boo!) and he said we should hang out again soon.
Update #1: Date 2 – Ice cream date around sunset on the boardwalk. I had mission that night (if things felt right) to land that first kiss. Things were going well: I forgot to bring a cardigan, it got breezy, he put his arm around me to keep me warm…then he walked me to my car and hugged me goodnight. Sigh.
Later that night….
He texts me saying he should’ve kissed me good night.
UGH. But YAY!
Update #2: Date 3 – Went for a movie then made out like teenagers. SCORE! Third times the charm baby!
Long story short, I went on Tinder in hopes of nothing (maybe a one night stand or some eye candy), but ended up hanging out with a super adorable and nice guy. Thanks Tinder!
