if you're single these days, you've probably heard of the new dating app, Tinder.
if not...a brief synopsis: flip through photos of singles in radius of your current location and swipe left if you're not interested and swipe right if you are interested. if you both swipe right, then you are matched and the love can blossom.
i've been swiping left and right since around september. i've exchanged some numbers, been on dates (well, just one, but who's counting?), cancelled dates, blocked the crazy ones, flirtexted, etc.
this past thursday I had a "funny encounter" with one of my tinder matches that I thought you might all like to hear.
thursday night: meet up with my single gal pal, brooke downtown for some happy hour drinks.
I recently suggested she join tinder. we were exchanging stories of our recent matches. she mentioned one guy she's been messaging. I recognized the name and looked on my tinder matches to find that we were matched and had exchanged some messages. the last message sent about a week ago.
brooke mentioned this guy wanted to meet her out that night. I was totally okay with that and assumed that since were in a small crowd of about 5, and since I hadn't messaged him in about a week that he wouldn't even remember me.
well...about the same time I'm telling her to ask him to meet us out, he messaged me "hey there :)" (side note: I have a love/hate relationship with dudes that use smiley's and/or emojis)
I didn't respond, but I let Brooke know he had messaged me and still told her to invite him out and that if anything it would be a hilarious story. and let's be real...I hate a cockblock.
homie is trying to put all his eggs in one basket...I can't hate his single game play. he has NO idea Brooke and I know each other.
he comes in the bar with 2 of his guy friends and introduces himself to Brooke. I'm sitting next to another guy and girl who are in our group eating some bar food, looking at my phone. she points me out, but I don't make any moves to show my face. later, brooke excuses herself to the bathroom and he leans over to me and says "we were matched up on tinder. I thought this was an ambush." I played dumb and told him "oh, no. I don't ever check my tinder." *nervous laughs*
but it's not the fact that he was communicating me with brooke and I at the same time that concerned me. my biggest concern was his outfit choice of the night.
thursday night temps in Greenville were around 35-40ish degrees. this cat had on a white LINEN suit and khaki jacket. 1. who owns a linen suit?! 2. those that do own a linen suit, who would wear one in the winter times?
when brooke was using the restroom, this conversation happened:
me: "so, what's up with the suit? it's winter and you're wearing linen."
tinder: "well, i'm from montana..."
me: "no. then why would you even have a linen suit if you're from montana?!"
tinder: "but I love florida and the heat and I'm moving there in september"
me: "that doesn't make sense"...blank stare
it's too bad his outfit choice was hideous, because his face was really cute.
7 comments:
Hahahaha. I'm dying. Even though I'm in a relationship, a part of me wants to join tinder just for the sheer entertainment
This is absolutely hilarious. It sounds like something my girlfriends and I would have done in our single days...if smartphones would have even been available!
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Oh my goshhhhh funniest story ever and this would totally happen in Greenville!!!!
Hahahaha I love that you didn't think he would recognize you. Maybe he has a thing for gingers ;)
That is HILARIOUS!!! Were his friends at least cute?
This is awesome. I have heard some interesting stories about Tinder. Linen suit = No. Just No.
hahaha God I love your stories. and your bluntness. Reminds me of a similar story when a random guy at the bar asked me if I liked his shoes. I told him no and by looking at them I could tell he was from the North. He was not impressed. Good thing I don't have to worry about getting picked up anymore.
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