Tinder
Date Number 1 - Mid July 2013
This was
one of the initial guys I began conversing with on Tinder thanks to my
Mum. His credentials and looks weren’t
exactly what I was looking for, only to
be described as soft but he was a nice enough guy and seemed to have some good
conversation. I hadn’t had much luck in the dating world so I told myself to
suck it up and not be so fussy.
Tinder
date number 1 was a 30 year old #goodage, police detective #makesmenervous, who
resided in a good borough of London #homeowner. We had been chatting for
three days before he asked me for a drink and it wasn’t the most convenient
timing as I was off to a festival the next day but I needed to
meet him sooner rather than later as I didn’t want to waste my time talking to
someone who I have absolutely no future with. #harshbuttrue
…and as my very wise female single colleague says
A Girls Gotta Drink.
So I
packed my bags for camping and agreed to meet him at 9.00pm once I had finished
sorting myself out. All credit to the
guy he came all the way to SW to meet me, worked this in my favour, and greeted me with a G&T. As I approached him he stood up and I
realised it wasn’t going to work, he was smaller than me wearing wedges
#neveragoodthing. Nevertheless height
isn’t everything #itistome and we went outside and grabbed a table. It was at this point I clocked he was wearing
an un-tucked shirt.
Now this
isn’t necessarily a faux pa, however when it looks like a type of work shirt that should be tucked in, and your date looks
like he got half dressed then stopped, you’ve got a problem.
I must say
it wasn’t awkward, he was a really nice guy, but he was just a bit ‘soft’. I have
grown up with very manly men in my life, and my dad is a large gentleman with a big
presence and an equally as big deep
voice to match. A meat and potatoes kind
of man if you will. Number 1 was none of those things. I can’t tell you if he
liked meat and potatoes but I can tell you that he was a small build, had vocals
of a pre pubescent lad and the mannerisms of someone who could potentially be
struggling with their sexuality. My family would eat him alive.
The date
continued, round 1 finished and he asked me if I would like another drink. Being polite, I offered to get this round,
and to my dismay the boy didn’t even put up a fight! When I asked if we should
get a glass or a bottle, I was routing
for a glass and a swift exit, he chose a bottle…! Shouldn’t have opened by big polite mouth. Granted a girls gotta
drink, and on this date I definitely
needed to, but that cemented it for me, this guy was a wet fish.
The pub
closed, we parted ways and I thanked him for his company. He messaged me shortly after and I kept it
polite and replied intermittently, but I just didn’t have the heart to block
him. After all, he hadn’t really done
anything wrong. After a few messages past
I got a message saying:
I thought he would have got the hint. How
could I not reply to that? I am not a mean person and bless him for trying but
there not a punchy bone in his body, so I made my excuses as seen above.
Now if
someone said that to me I would get the hint they were not interested. Everyone knows if you really like someone,
despite what you have planned, you would make
time for them.
Apparently
he had never got this memo, and as luck would have it or not, he wasn’t really free until two weeks time either #justmyluck. This time I was mean, I
hate to admit it, but I just didn’t reply...I didn’t know what to say.
I don’t
think I ask for too much, but I do want a man who grabs the bull by the horns...not a man that looks like he arranges flowers on his weekend.
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