Why did I decide to start a dating blog now? Great question, I am so glad you asked. Let me tell you a story, similar to the Lemony Snicket tales of a Series of Unfortunate events – this does not have a happy ending. Unless you like my blog, then I guess there is a bit of a happy ending.
Online dating is just how we do it these days. My mother tells me at least once or twice a week that “you (me) are not going to meet someone online, I (her) just know it”… Well, to be perfectly honest, I don’t how to not meet someone online. So I resort to Tinder, Bumble, Hinge and OKCupid.
I go through phases where I use them all regularly, use one or two, or maybe take a hiatus from them all *ahem, me right now – FUCK DATING*.
At the time this story takes place I had just logged onto my Bumble account from a month or two break from that app.
Casually swiping one night, left – left – left – left – right – right – right, I got a match.
The photo(s) – a dark haired handsome man wearing sunglasses, holding an adorable little girl wearing multi-colored sunglasses. As I scroll through his profile, I see photo after photo of him and this little girl – nearly all of which include ice cream. One of these photos he captioned that the only way he could get his daughter to pose with him, is to give her ice cream.
The first message – With Bumble, as you might know, girls/women have to message first. I craft up a short message admiring how much his daughter loves ice cream. It was a genuine admiration, as I also LOVE ice cream. *Note, ice cream will come up again later in this story*
The conversation – Almost instantly, he types a message back. We talk for hours that night via Bumble. I am a in bed and asleep by 10/10:30 pm kinda person, so when I stay up past midnight to talk to you – you better know it is something special. Our conversations carry easily and effortlessly. We chat about his daughter, work, personal interests and even move into the dreaded “what are you looking for” conversation.
After a while, I tell him an awkward dating story about a guy who showed up to a date with my phone number written on his hand. Yes this happened – Yes I will write about it in another blog. He so cleverly, asked “what exactly was the number written on his hand?”. Boom, he asked for my number.
As the night went on and the conversation continued, he stated that he wanted to take me out on a date. I responded in my spicy way and told him he was going to have to ask me first. After a few back and forths he finally asked me out. I was actually excited – normally I am fairly cynical about dates (I know, I know, that’s not good, I should be better, more positive, whatever). We ended up settling on the following Saturday for a date.
I passed out around 1 am- end scene.
We will pick back up with this story in the next blog (tomorrow or Wednesday). But let’s review a few things here.
- Good conversation/conversationalist from the start
- Covered numerous topics, induing “what are you looking for” – in case you were wondering we both said a relationship
- He appropriately and adorably capitalized on a story to ask for my number
- He asked me on a date and we picked a day
So far – he is a solid 8.5… Okay, I was thinking he was a 10 that night.