I have a feeling that some of you are going to scold me for what I am about to say, but here goes anyway.
Now that I have my awesome smart phone, I opened a profile on Tinder. Don’t worry though, nothing has really happened yet.
I find it quite amusing.
And equally frustrating.
Guys on Tinder seem to chicken out very easily (at least in Denver).
In the past couple of weeks I have set up three dates with men (men who are my age, mind you). Two of them found last minute excuses to cancel: one was work-related, one had “something come up” and the third one just plain stood me up (there’s something poking me in the back of my mind telling me it was Loserman, but I know that isn’t true).
At the end of last week, I finally “matched” with someone who actually showed up to meet me for drinks.
We met at a jazz bar downtown last Friday evening after work.
We had a decent conversation. He was my age, just barely my height (I think height should be something you automatically put in your profile), never been married, never had kids, travels for work and has millions on frequent flyer miles, plays piano, lived in England for 8 years…
And he was boring as fuck!
Then, when I started talking about myself, I think he got overwhelmed.
I told him that I like to go to the junkyard (that I find it oddly therapeutic).
I told him how often I roller skate and mentioned the skate trips/parties that I go to and tried to describe the “lifestyle”.
I told him that I don’t like parking on the street downtown, there is too much risk and how I get very attached to my vehicles – we discussed it briefly and he thought it was silly and eccentric.
While I was talking he was a good listener, but seemed to lose interest the more he learned about me.
It’s okay, I understand that I’m not for everyone…
Thankfully, he only paid for two hours of parking, so our “date” had an expiration of 8PM.
He texted me when I got home, “You were right about parking.” After I asked what he meant, he explained that when he came out of the bar, he had been written a $75 ticket for not having a front license plate.
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If that isn’t a sign that we probably weren’t ‘meant to be’, I don’t know what is!
I haven’t heard from him since…