It was one of those rare days in SF where we were having a legit heat wave so I wore white cut off shorts, a tank top and Nike wedges, and rather than take an Uber or Lyft, I decided I’d walk.
It was gorgeous out and seemed close enough — big mistake.
When I got to the restaurant, I must have looked like a hot mess.
I was “glistening” – my straight hair was starting to get its natural wave from all my sweat, I had beads of sweat dripping down my forehead and my clothes were sticking to my skin.
Anyhow, after all that talk, the bill came and we split that check because 1) I knew he had no money and 2) there was going to be no second date.” “In the summer of last year, I decided to finally take the plunge into the world of app dating.
I was asked out on a date by a guy on Hinge and he seemed charming enough so agreed to Sunday brunch with him at Farmer Brown.
Sunday was Valentine’s Day and leading up to it, we shared some super sweet stories from couples who met each other online.
I pretended like I knew the security guard and made small talk while waiting for him to leave out of the corner of my eye.
I barely told him about mine and he started going off.
He was so grumpy and aggro as he told me about the terrible day he was having, how he’s sick of SF, how no one here is interested in being creative so he’s hoping to move to Portland or New York or LA, somewhere with real creative minds, etc.
Once he did, I told the security guy I must be in the wrong building, asked him for directions to my real office (just to not seem so odd) and walked the remaining blocks to get my keys and went home. He texted me that night to make sure I got in okay which was nice/respectable, but needless to say I never responded to a message from that dude again, and immediately deleted The League that night.” “After chatting for a while on Grindr this guy asked me out. After a few minutes of chatting I asked where we were headed. Needless to say he waited to text me again for about a week.” “We had an okay date, had a few drinks, a few tacos.
I wasn’t sure if I was really interested, but thought, ‘What the hell, it’s a free meal.’ We exchanged numbers and continued to chat. He told me that we were heading to his favorite restaurant. We went inside and proceeded to stand in line waiting to order. He was nervous and pretty nerdy, not quite my type, but we were having fun.
With online dating as ubiquitous as it is (nine out of 10 single Americans are online!