I know Tinder is awful. I’ve already had several bad experiences with it, yet I continue to play the swipe, swipe, swipe game!
Late last Wednesday night I swiped through a few guys and headed off to bed. When I woke on Thursday morning I had matched with a new guy and I had about 6 messages from him. They were time stamped between 1:30am – 2pm and they were long and it appeared that he had spent the full 30 mins writing them.
As we had not yet spoken, his messages essentially wrote about how gorgeous he thought I was and that my profile was witty and cute. Who doesn’t like a man who compliments them relentlessly?!? He was a great writer, the messages were very funny, but it was rather full on for first thing in the morning. I replied with a simple ‘wow, I don’t think I have ever been that entertained by a man whilst in bed before’. Magic answer! We spent most of the day exchanging messages back and forth and by that evening he had given me his phone number and email address that included his full name.
So I jumped on that snippet of information and stalked the shit out of him online. I discovered he was a script writer who has worked on a few Australian films I knew (and didn’t like) and many I had never heard of before. We also discovered that we work in the same street in the city, just a few doors apart. We messaged some more, arranged to catch up for a drink on the following Tuesday and then continued the flirty witty messaging until 1:30am.
I woke the next day feeling quite tired. We continued to message throughout Friday and then he asked me to catch up for a quick drink after work as he couldn’t wait for Tuesday. I was excited, but freaking out as I felt that I wasn’t looking my finest after a late night the night before and I didn’t have any makeup with me as I had been planning on heading straight home after work.
He met me out the front of work and we walked to a local bar up the street. He seemed really nervous which I was surprised at as he is a bit older and has a big public profile based on my stalking. We ordered some drinks, then some bar food and the conversation flowed with lots of sexy eye contact thrown in. I was actually surprised how much I was enjoying the impromptu date as I had very low expectations of this man being that he had a child. Ideally I don’t date men with children as I have always believed that when I have children with someone I want us to experience it for the first time together. But, with the lack of decent men out there, I have been broadening my parameters (my friend calls it descoping) and in the end it is just a date right?
During the date he asks if it actually is a date, or is it classified as a ‘meet up’. I tell him it’s a date and that most people like to classify the first meet up as a date as it gets them closer to the date quota where sexy time happens! He says ‘oh really, what is that quota?’ I tell him that it is now common practice for women to have a 17 date rule. He almost falls off his chair, but then suggests on Monday that I meet him for breakfast before work, then a coffee mid-morning, lunch, afternoon coffee….you get the idea.
He has to run so he asks for the bill. The date was going so well and we had been discussing the Tuesday date, so I felt no need to offer to go halves as I thought I’d just get the next one. We leave the bar together and head up to the main street near where my car is parked and where he can grab a cab. We have a bit of an awkward ‘how will this end’ moment, but he goes in for a kiss and it was lovely. He leaves me with a cheeky comment that he will think about how he can erode some of my 17 date quota.
I walk off with a little spring in my step. It was a great date and I can’t wait to see him again on Tuesday.