Monday, October 12, 2015

The Story of An Awkward Tinder Date

Well, is meeting a man at 11 pm on a Monday night at a sports bar considered a date? This isn't something I would normally do, but I reasoned that there would be enough people around to where it wouldn't be a huge risk. Plus I get off at 10 pm on Mondays, so planning on meeting someone on that day has to be done at night. So on a Monday night I met a guy that I had been talking to on the Tinder dating site.

Tinder is a dating app you can download through iTunes. Then you get to look at pictures and swipe as much as you want. If a guy swipes your profile it more than likely means he's shallow, likes your pictures, and wants to see more. He might even have sex on his mind, so you have to think carefully about what you want. Now let's get back to the date.

We met at the Buffalo Wild Wings closest to him. It was about 10 minutes away from where he lived, but he claimed he didn't know his way around. I gave him directions, but he more than likely did not use them. I think he used his GPS.

We made it to the restaurant at the same time. He sent me a text letting me know. Upon meeting him, there was a little bit of friendliness. He said hello, but not much after that. The waiter actually said more to me in the beginning than he did. The waiter actually complimented me on my looks, which was kind of weird and exciting at the same time.

Upon being seated, he started watching sports, which really made me feel uncomfortable. He claimed he wanted to meet me, but was barely paying attention. At one point he asked me if I like sports. When I said not really, he wanted to know why I suggested a sports bar. The simple answer is there's nothing else open during that time of the night, except iHop. Maybe I should have suggested iHop.

Throughout the time I tried to get him to talk by asking questions. He'd answer and then ask those questions back. It was clear that he wasn't really interested in me, but he did do something that no one has ever done before.

He asked if he could have some of my alcohol. While he didn't order anything, I chose to order an alcoholic beverage. It was a really light drink and I wasn't rushing to finish it. He asked if he could help me finish the drink. I was caught off guard, but gave him the okay. He then actually put his lips on my cup and had some of it. Then because I don't really like to drink off the same up as others, I didn't even want to finish it.

The date ended. Right before it ended he asked if I was going to write about him. I had not thought about it before that, but I told him maybe. Well, this is for the guy I met on Tinder that will more than likely never read this. Oh, and there is no second date.

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