I did it! Somehow I went on 30 tinder dates, in 30 nights! Now there has been some collateral damage, my fridge is empty, and my laundry basket is overflowing. I threw a party this weekend and finally saw my friends, I think it made up for being so unavailable this month! In the next few days I will be writing a summary of my entire experience throughout this challenge. It’s been an amazing, learning and revealing experience for me, and I hope you come back to read about it. 🙂 But in the meantime… Let’s talk about my final date of the challenge!
The Bobcat – October 30th 2014
“I’m actually 27,” he tells me on tinder, “I hope that’s not a deal breaker.” I wonder how the heck he made it past my filter settings. I have a limit of 28, and that’s as young as I’ll go. I look at his pictures one more time, see that we have several friends in common and decide I’ll meet him anyway. “You went to OU, I went to OU, we have to meet,” I tell him.
We meet at a casual pub in the short north. “Did you eat yet?” he asks. “No, I’m hungry,” I reply. “Good so am I,” he smiles. Great start! We joke about what to order, I tell him how much I love chicken wings, but I never order them on a first date. “The last thing I want to do is let you see me with hot sauce and blue cheese dressing on my face,” I tell him. So I play nice and order a soup first, at least I can get to know the guy a little, before I scare him off. He tells me he’s originally from India, grew up in Australia and one day ended up in Athens, Ohio. We have similar stories! I listen intently while he tells me how hard it was to arrive at such a small midwestern town. “I can definitely relate,” I tell him, “I was the only Mexican kid at my middle school, that first year was rough.”
30-minutes later I make my final decision. What the hell, it’s my last date of the challenge. “Excuse me Miss?” I call the server, “I’ll have the chicken wings please, extra sauce.”
After our entrée’s arrive, and I convince him to eat one of my chicken wings, I ask him how he feels about tinder. “I’m not sure how I feel about it. I’ve tried a couple online dating sites but so far they’ve been a waste of time. I haven’t actually met anyone in person, you’re the first one,” he tells me. I consider revealing my tinder challenge to him, but I can’t… too soon.
It makes me happy that for my last date of the challenge, I get to hang out with a fellow Bobcat who is nice, smart and a tinder type #5! So refreshing… plus it makes me respect him more. “So there’s a Cavs game party tonight,” he tells me, “do you want to go?” It’s Thursday night and only 8:00 p.m. so… “Sure! Why not?” I reply.
We uber over to the bar, and he runs into some old college friends. For a second I think he’s going to want to sit with them, but he spots two seats on the opposite side of the bar and we make our way there instead. I like that he didn’t take the easy or comfortable way out. I’ve been on dates where we’ve run into the guy’s friends, and I end up learning more about my date’s best friend than my date.
Although occasionally we’re distracted by LeBron’s homecoming, our conversation continues along without much interruption. He’s easy to talk to and I’m actually having a great time. I’m pleasantly surprised by how mature and centered he is. I can’t say I know a lot of 27 year-old guys who would compare. The clock strikes 9:45 p.m. and I decide it’s time to go home. He offers to share an uber with me and drop me off, so I accept. “I had a really nice time! have a good night,” he tells me, as we round the corner to my place. “Thanks! Me too,” I reply, as I exit the car. And I mean it.