Anthony: My First Tinder Date
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I guess I’m a late bloomer, I finally went on a Tinder date when I matched with this guy who was attractive, buff, with dimples, and I needed to add a new guy to my rotation.
I decided to meet up with him after a few days of chatting - it was also during finals so I was bored and desperately looking to procrastinate. We met at Costa across from campus, my first impression was that he was good looking and I liked what he was wearing–a baby blue beanie with a flannel to match.
We met around 6:30 p.m and Costa closed at 8 p.m. We chatted, drank coffee, and then we were told to leave at closing. I mean the date was nothing out of this world, but I was still down to continue the date because I didn’t want to go back to studying. Based on our chat, I thought he would be down too so I waited for him to suggest the next spot. Nope, the date ended really awkwardly so I left thinking that was that.
He texted me afterwards asking for a second date, I didn’t have anything better to do so I said yes. Our second date was seriously lame. We went to the cafe next to the same Costa and chatted over coffee. This time I decided to be proactive and I invited him to my flat. He said yes.
Anthony was in my flat for 5 hours and didn’t make any moves. He ate ALL of my Greek Yogurt with clover honey and talked about Dave Chapelle as I sat next to him thinking, “is this dude gonna try something or nah? Cause I got shit to do after.” We had good chat on Tinder, so I didn’t know why it was so dry and he seemed so bored out of his mind in person.
He also kept going into the bathroom like every few minutes - did he have diarrhea? Was he jacking off? Was he frantically calling someone to help him get out of my flat? What was he doing?? I was starting to get uncomfortable and at this point, I didn’t even know myself how to get him to leave my flat.
Then suddenly during conversation, he gets a phone call and says, “I have to go.” I walked him out and he seemed weird, so I was like whatever, bye.
He somehow found me on Facebook 5 months later and sent me these messages:
Wait, who’s Tony?
Ummm, WHAT?
BLOCKED.
I was terrified. Luckily, I had moved to another neighborhood so I knew for sure he wouldn’t be able to find me if he was planning on stalking on me…or if he had tried to! I went through all of my social media channels and set them to the strictest privacy settings.
So much for the first Tinder date.