On Friday October 17, I meet him for dinner at a restaurant that neither of us has ever been to. My friends rave about the beer selection and food, so it must be worth the wait. Luckily, my date is thoughtful enough to call ahead, since it’s the weekend and at this place the minimum wait is two hours. We make some small talk while the hostess finds our table. She asks if we prefer to sit indoors or on the patio, and for some reason we opt for the patio, even though it’s getting windy.
The patio is super dark and neither of us can see the menu, so we we share my iPhone’s flashlight to read the meal selections. This would be a romantic setting if I wasn’t freezing my butt off. By the time our appetizer arrives my date has handed me his jacket so I can wear it on top of my sweater. He’s a very polite engineer. I swear, before tinder, the only engineers I spent this much time around were my father and brother. Suddenly it seems I’m dating the underground engineer population of Columbus, and they all hang out on tinder.
We’re half-way through our guacamole, when my date asks the server if we can move inside. She’s not at all interested in our request and passes it off to the hostess, who claims there’s no room. I take it upon myself to walk inside, and the manager approaches me to see if I need anything so I ask if we can possibly have a table for two inside. “I know it’s a big request on a Friday night,” I tell him, “but it’s getting really windy out there.” “Let me see what I can do,” he says. A minute later he returns and shows me to our new table. “I’ll be back with your drinks and date,” he tells me with a smile. Great service!
Back inside, my date and I make conversation about his family and where he grew up. I decide he’s a tinder type # 1. “You’re the first girl on tinder I’ve ever been out with,” he reveals. “Why don’t you try going out with some others?” I ask. “Meh… too much work, it’s just a past-time,” he replies.
I’m not surprised by his answer, although I’m surprised by how lazy some guys are about dating! What’s the point of being on tinder? Are you that bored with your life that you need to swipe right and left all day to entertain yourself? I could think of about 50 other things you could do to alleviate your boredom instead of tinder, and none of them include an app on your phone! – Is what I wanted to say to him.
We finish dinner and he offers me a ride back to my place. I decide he’s harmless enough, and probably too uninterested to bother stalking me, so I accept his kind offer.