Ah, good ol Tinder. Well, Tinder now has two meanings to me- the app and the new nickname for the latest guy I have been speaking with.
Tinder and I have been chatting for a little over a month now. He was one of the first right swipes that I gave. I won’t lie, he is normally not the typical guy I would think would be my type. I was hesitant to give him the right swipe because of this, but hey, maybe that’s why I am in this position so I thought what the hell! I normally go for the guy with all the dark features and Tinder is blond, 30 years old yet has a baby face- like when he drinks he still gets rosy cheeks type of baby face. Tinder said hello first which of course I loved as I love it when the guy makes the first move ( I have not idea why I am still a little old fashion in this way). It took me a couple of days to respond because I still thought “what the hell am I doing on this app?’ However, Tinder is a really nice guy- like a true nice guy. I am so not used to this. I figure in text everyone is nice but when we met in person he was just as nice as he was on text.
Our first meeting was definitely not normal- I ended up inviting Tinder and a few of his friends to a house party I was having. I went back and forth with this idea, after all it is WEIRD. I had a few single girlfriends visitings and they just kept telling me YOLO. So, I went for it- I told him when the party started, well ok, I gave him a time much later than the actual party time. I needed to give myself a buffer in case my friends were late- that and I figured I needed to be a few cocktails in before I meet Tinder- for the first time, at my house.
Tinder turned out to not be a weirdo (Praise Jesus!) and his friends weren’t bad either. After the party at the house died down we decided to go to the bar across the street. This is where I think I decided I wanted to give Tinder a chance. Tinder probably gave me the nicest, corniest compliment out there- He kept telling me I was pretty. DISCLAIMER: I don’t know what to do with a compliment. I relayed this disclaimer to Tinder and his response was “well I will just keep giving them to you so you get used to them.” Who is this kid? Why is he so nice to me? Is this who he really is? Is it the Miller Lite and Fireball shots talking?
I have even asked my friends multiple times- why is he so nice? This made me realize I am more damaged than I realize. I have never just dated the nice guy- EVER! Even in the beginning of my past relationships, the guys are still dickheads, rude, jerks etc. I have always thought that I was attracted to the nice, cocky guy, but NO! I have always been attracted to the jerk. Why? Do I really feel like that is all I am worth? In a recent text from my best friend she sent me this someecards:
This someecard speaks to me! That’s just it- there really is no better way to say it! Is Tinder the polite dick? Time will only tell. We have been talking since the party and have seen each other a few more times- but no real first date yet. We have made several attempts but the cards have not been in our favor. Needless to say, I am annoyed with this, but I am still trying to keep an open mind than go my normal route of writing Tinder off completely. Hopefully, the next post can be about our actual first date…