Very non glamorous
Confession….I go on Tinder when I get bored. Honestly. It’s the best game on my phone. I like it when it talks back to me. Because we all know, just because you match, it is no guarantee that you will get a message. My favorite question to ask….send me a song that you are liking right now. Most of the time, they are keepers. The songs, that is. I adore new music. In fact, an app that combines music and dating would be totally kick ass. Remember, you heard it here first. Don’t do me dirty like Zuckerberg.
So I start talking to a new guy about two weeks ago. He starts off telling me Tinder horror stories. I haven’t had many, so I’m curious. His worst one is going to coffee and wanting the girl to split the bill with him. What? Why can’t he pay for coffee? He seemed to be angered that she ruffled through her purse and came up empty. Because I was in a generous mood, I went with this approach, “Maybe she didn’t know that she would need to pay. I never think that I have to pay on a first date.” By his response, I could tell that this had never crossed his mind. So, maybe not a cheapskate?
A few days later he tells me that he is going to Costco. I reply, “Heinous! I hate Costco.” He says, “Where do you shop for bulk?” My answer, “I don’t. I’m a minimalist.” This is true. I keep possessions lean. I also try to avoid stores with too much food. I don’t know. it just freaks me out for some reason. The waste probably. It is all just sitting there rotting. At some point, a shit ton of it is going in the trash. No response. Hey, everyone has their breaking point. Not buying in bulk is obviously a crime.
The story would have been much better if he had never responded. Rejected due to a refusal to buy bulk. Now that is something you don’t hear every day. Not only did he respond, but he asked me out. I said yes, honestly, because sometimes I just want to get out of the house. I spend the day with 6 yr olds. Occasionally, I need adult conversation.
In approximately 30 seconds, I wished that I was at home. But, what the hell, I love thai. I can make it through this. I looked at what seemed like 100 pictures of the Great Wall. I answered questions, or at least I think I answered. Honestly, I was spacing. Except the part when he said that I would love hiking Mt. Kilimanjaro with him. I heard that! I immediately started shaking my head, no. He disagreed with my head shake. Wait! didn’t we just meet? Already he knows me better than I know myself? I said ok to the short walk, even though I didn’t want to. I gave a brief goodbye hug, even though I felt yucky doing it.
Then I got in my car and had a small tear. I was about 2 miles away from the person’s apartment that I would have LOVED to go and see. I really miss talking to him. And although I wanted to drive past and see if his truck was there. I didn’t. I got on the freeway and drove home.
Moving on isn’t glorious. Sometimes it is Tinder dates that you never should have said yes to, even when you are bored. Sometimes it is telling yourself that you are on your way to something better. And sometimes it is imagining the one who didn’t work out as a balloon. When you get good and ready, let go of the string and watch them slowly float away.
