Tinder: The latest dating phenomenon. It’s the app that’s literally like thumbing through the pages of a magazine, marking the pictures you like, flipping past the ones what you don’t. Surprised by how many attractive guys that actually reside in Atlanta, I was thumbing (or better yet, swiping) through Tinder, enjoying all the glossy pics of guys from cover to cover.
A few weeks ago, one of my matches and I scheduled our first date. We hadn’t done much talking on Tinder so I was really excited to learn more about him. Prior to the date, I texted a friend to let her know where I was going and who I was going with (for safety reasons). As I was attempting to take a screenshot of him for her to have on file as well, I got a reply from her asking “Is this him”? Attached was a picture of my Tinderoni!! Apparently, my friend was scheduled to have a date with this SAME GUY the night before.
Immediately, I called my friend to get the scoop on our shared beau. She started trying out the site a little before I did and matched up with our guy. He attempted to schedule a last minute date with her the day before my date and she declined. Comparing and contrasting notes, I remembered him asking me the same night if I wanted to go out (probably right after he got shot down by my buddy). However, I didn’t see the message until the next morning so he struck out twice. The funny thing is, neither one of us mentioned the guy to the other because neither one of us were overly excited about him, just meh.
Feeling a little weird about going now, my friend convinced me I should still go…..and then tell her all about it!
Strike 1:
He was 15 minutes late, and he supposedly lived right down the street from the place. When he arrived, he apologized and said it had something to do with the babysitter (Baby? I don’t remember reading that in your Tinder description).
Strike 2:
The conversation felt like an interview. He had his own business and began to talk about it as well as give me business tips. I felt like I should’ve brought pen and paper. After a while he switched up the conversation and started asking me about my experience with Tinder thus far. He went on to tell me a lot of the women he’s come across are just on there for sex, almost as if he was trying to gage my reaction, and see if I was one of these girls.
Strike 3:
He was on his phone a lot. I mean, A LOT. Given that I knew there was a little person in the picture, I tried to chalk it up to it being about that but still felt somewhat offended. Next thing I know, the phone rings and he’s rushing away to take the call. He comes back about 5 minutes later saying the babysitter forgot she has something to do and will have to go soon (I’m sure).
He proceeds to invite me to have drinks at his house, saying if I’m worried about safety, he has a patio so I don’t even have to even come in (because nothing happens to people on the patio, right?). I graciously declined, and in one swoop, he gulped down his drink, paid the check, kissed me on the cheek and bid me adieu.
Not one to let a good drink go to waste, I stayed and reflected on my 45 minute date (probably the quickest date I’ve ever been on). This guy clearly had a plan in mind and when I wasn’t down with said plan, had an exit strategy in place. I have yet to hear from the guy and surprisingly neither has my friend. I’m sure this won’t be the last of Tinder. I’ve only begun to swipe the surface *wink*.
-Alone in Atlanta
