We matched on Tinder

I'm from the Pacific North-West. Spent nearly a decade in Vegas and a couple of years ago I moved to the midwest. Let me tell you, if you spend 8 years in Las Vegas you become pretty much jaded to anything in the nightlife scene. If not jaded, you find yourself completely burnt out on it. You can label me down as a mixture of the two. Self-praise is no recommendation but I'm a pretty decent looking guy and I'm relatively successful, fending off women has been more of a problem than finding one to take on a date. Until this point. I have no interest in the club scene, been there and done that. Being a doctor this might come across as shocking but sleeping with co-workers is the last thing I want although I probably could of had the ER nurses line up while I make my choice. I'm in my early 30's, how else do I meet someone? No way... I'm never joining the online dating community. That shit is for the desperate, I'm far from desperate.

So I download Tinder. I'm too LAZY to go out and meet women. Lazy. That is the terminology I was looking for. Let me tell you something, if you're looking for your "forever" and you find yourself on Tinder, just abort the mission. I think my first 100 swipes were all college girls (I'd ruin their life after a night with me) and/or girls I definitely wouldn't be proud of to bring back home to Seattle to meet the folks. I realize that I have a ton of likes that I can't see and the only way to see them is to upgrade my profile to "Tinder Gold." I'm definitely not paying for this fucking shit. What kind of wack job pays for frickin' Tinder? I'm that wack job. $29.99 debited right to my card, by time I finish telling you about the next month of my life from that point I'll let you guys decide whether it was a priceless decision or the worst decision of my life.

Right off the bat in my likes one specific blonde catches my eye. Her identity is verified (phew, curve those catfish) and her pictures are stunning. She has no bio written. Her pictures are all model-esque, although half of them are mirror selfies. I debate whether or not she still may be a catfish and think, "Fuck it. I'll get her to FaceTime." I swipe whichever direction makes us match (hell, I don't remember - LOL) and I shit you not, as I was writing something to her, "Hey handsome 😍" appears in the chat-log. Well. That didn't take long. A whole 45 seconds. My initial thought was that she was definitely a whore clinging to every Tinder notification for dear life. The next two weeks proved that vastly wrong. She was anything but that.

I asked her for her Snapchat, she gave it to me and we began chatting. Holy fucking chemistry. I think that first night we chatted for 6 straight hours before I told her I had to get some sleep. Upon trying to tell her goodnight she asked for my number and said, "Quick facetime just so I know I'm not wasting my time with some guy that's too good to be true?"

Of course, we exchanged numbers and spent another 2 hours on camera chatting. I then spent the next two weeks lusting for some girl from the internet.

It took her TWO WEEKS to find the time to meet. (to be fair, she had a vacation that was already planned that took up 10 of the days and I was unavailable the very next day) Man the wait sucked. I think the part that sucked the most was..... Ya know, I'm not the type of guy to say typical guy shit. (ie: girl my dick so big i'mma rock yo world, i'll fuck you like a whore, i eat the best pussy in america, etc.) I prefer to walk my walk, but, I'm male, I bring up sex. Any mentioning of sex was completely shot down by her. I couldn't even ask anything simple without her responding to the question with something totally off-topic. The only notation she ever gave me was after we decided on a date she said she was only agreeing to it if there was no expectation of sex because it won't happen on the first date. Of course being how I am (which you'll learn..) this doesn't scare me off. I didn't join Tinder to get fucked anyway. Consider that a perk of the total package.

The day of our first date was a Friday. I had worked a long over-night shift on Thursday night into Friday morning and instead of telling her to have a good day at work, this is the text I sent instead and her response. Verbatim.

Me: "I'm excited for tonight. I know we never talk about sex so I just wanted to write out this big word vomit and you can take it as you please. I won't push for it. What drives you, drives me. If you don't come onto me, I'm not going to press for it. I also don't expect it. Chemistry is what makes sex great in my mind, there's no doubt that we have that but sex sucks unless both people are locked into the moment. I'd wanna control your emotions, your mind, your thoughts, etc. And like I said - What drives you drives me. So you have to be about it for me to be about it. You always tell me that I'm driving you nuts so don't wear leggings or I'll take driving you nuts to a whole new level. I got that sensual touch boo thanggg. Anyway I hope you have a good day at work and I can't wait to see you tonight. I'm about to get some sleep. No cold feet / ghosting 👻 me later today 😘😘"

Her: "K sweet dreams cutiee text me when you're awake."

"K blah blah blah......" K to all of that? REALLY? Sheesh. Anyway, I woke up around 4:30, hit her up to confirm we were still on for dinner at 6pm. She confirmed. I showed up to the restaurant around 5:50 and she rolled up a couple minutes later. 2 sentences can sum up my initial thoughts upon first seeing her in person.

#1 - Goddamn, she is beautiful as fuck.

#2 - She wore leggings.

TO BE CONTINUED.....................