Two’s A Charm?

My second Tinder date happened rather last-minute. And in this post, there’ll be a few times you’d go “Wait a minute…” So, as Barney from HIMYM says, wait for it.

Let’s call him Mr C. Just cos to label him “Boy B” (following that I called the first tinder date Boy A — read about that here), would not do him justice. Upon successful swiping right (I hope you get the pun here, if you did… click here), we realised we had a grand total of more than 40 mutual connections. We realised we were from the same university. We never crossed paths for some odd reason, but we had common friends. This was a huge relief cos it means the dude ain’t crazy and not crazy is always a good thing, right?

The usual ensued, and we started texting on WhatsApp. Mr. C had been travelling the past 6 months after leaving a stressful job and was about to start at a new place the following week. Mr. C is a creative, a senior copywriter to be specific (I will share more about his other C in awhile, wait for it). We were supposed to meet that Thursday, but pushed it forward a day as I was on medical leave for two days. Upon realising we lived so near each other (a big big plus), we decided to have drinks by his pool. Yes, I know I’m wretched. I was sick, but wanted some whiskey, so sue me.

I drove over to his place with my trusty bottle of whiskey (dancing juice as Bruno Mars would call it). We sat by the pool from 10pm till….. wait for it, 5am. We were chased off by the security because we were making too much noise. We sat at the swing, there was slobbering kisses all over the place. Heavy patting thrown in the mix when we got into my car for some air-conditioning. In my drunken state, I definitely could not drive so we ended up at his place, in his bed.

WE HAD SEX! I did not climax and neither did he — say, whiskey cock?

This is where you go “Wait a minute…”

Well, yes I know a girl shouldn’t put out on the first date, but I couldn’t help myself. This is a story my best friend doesn’t even know about cos it wasn’t my proudest moment. (This is also where my best friend, who reads this blog, will go “Wait a minute…”) We had lunch the following day and I went home to catch some shuteye.

It’s been almost a month, we’ve gone out for movies, dinner and drinks a couple of times, had sex one more time (yes, I’ve been keeping count. I ain’t a whore!), and we’re still in contact up till today. And let’s just leave it as that. There’s no need to be cock-sure about anything at this point in time.

Did you spot the number of C words I used? I’ll c you on Tinder, maybe, and you can tell me about it.

❤,
SL.