I’ve revamped my site a little recently and looking over some old posts I just realised I never wrote about my very first Tinder date. It’s quite some time ago now though, so it’s stretching my memory a bit…
This guy was an American doing some kind of medical job that saw him in scrubs in surgeries a lot, but I can’t remember what he actually did. I know it wasn’t a surgeon that’s for sure as I recall on our second date him asking me if I thought $150K was a reasonable salary for a 35 yr old in Australia. Such tasteful dinner table conversation!
I can’t remember his name, but I remember him saying that everyone calls him ‘Bear’ because he is tall and big. He was about 6’5″ and quite a large man. He also had hideous dress sense. The day I met him, it was raining and cold and he was wearing jeans…..and man sandals. Very strange.
But the most interesting thing about our first date was the fact it was a breakfast. Our schedules didn’t quite line up over the weekend and he was about to fly to NZ for work for the week, so we caught up at breakfast as it was the only time free. I dare say it could have been the first Tinder breakfast date in history that didn’t follow a night of sex!
Breakfast was good. Conversation flowed, but he had been married since he was 22 and had only broken up with his wife when he was 34 before he moved to Australia. He spoke about her a lot, which I guess you have to expect since she was part of his life for so long, but at times I felt like I was getting to know her more than him!
At the end of breakfast he kissed me on the cheek and gave me a big hug and said he’d love to catch up when he returned. Whilst he was away he messaged me a lot and things were very flirty and fun. We planned to have dinner the following weekend and I was really looking forward to it.
On date night he comes to pick me up from home. He had pre-warned me that his car was a cheap shitter as when he bought it, he wasn’t sure if he’d be in Australia for long. He called me when he arrived (as I asked him to do) and I went out to meet him. Out the front I see a real shitter car and I walk up to the passenger side. As I get there, he is still sitting in the drivers seat with the engine running and he reaches over, pulls the handle from the inside and pushes the door open for me.
What a gentleman! I kinda got annoyed at that. If he wasn’t going to get out of the car, I think I would have preferred he didn’t make the lame effort to push the door open. When I get in, I was expecting to kiss him on the cheek hello, but he is busy looking at his phone. We head off to a local restaurant and when we get there parking is hard to come by. He seems really irritated by this and I’m getting a bad sign about the evening….
We eat at an italian restaurant and he orders these gross sardine things as entree (great, not sharing that with you) and then a pizza for dinner. I also order a pizza and when it arrives I suggest that he tries my pizza. He is keen and takes a slice of my pizza. I expect the offer to be reciprocated, but he remains silent. Oooo kkkkk…..
Dinner is painful. Conversation is dull. He is a whingey whiny American on this date versus the upbeat positive guy I met on Date 1.
I pay the bill as he paid on the breakfast date and I had had 3 glasses of wine to help get me through the night! He drops me home and the goodbye is brief. He drives off and I know I’ll never want to see him again.
I head inside and check the Tinder bench for the matches I had on reserve whilst I was distracted with this guy. Onwards and upwards!