So, I got on Tinder. I finally caved in and just did it. According to what I told everyone, Ty (also fake name) made me an account and I finally listened and used it. Well, I met a couple of guys and started chatting.
One in particular stood out. He is 29 and a hotel manager. He drives a nice truck and is super sweet. A bit nerdy, but we hit it off. We chatted on Tinder for a bit and then I gave him my phone number to text. We chatted for a total of 8 hours that day. The next day, we texted all day long and on my way out with the girls, I called him. He was pleasantly shocked that I had called him and was sad when I got to The Bar and had to go. I told him I would call him when I got home. That night, we talked on the phone for over 4 hours. The next day, we texted on and off before I had to go to work. I had decided GirlJ and I were going out for drinks that night so I could stay distracted because I was SO excited for our first date Thursday. Well, GirlJ ended up agreeing to meet one of her Tinder matches for drinks, so I texted him and told him to meet me for drinks that evening. I couldn’t believe I’d ruined our opportunity for the perfect first date (especially since he picked a REALLY nice restaurant), but I was so excited to meet him after our easy (and sexy) conversations.
When he arrived to pick me up, I was impressed by his truck (which he had already told me all about) and hopped in. We went to a local bar/restaurant and grabbed a couple of drinks and appetizers which he, of course, paid for. GirlJ’s date kept giving excuses about why he was late, so it ended up being the 3 of us for a couple of hours. We ended up at The Bar because, well, duh, we always end up at The Bar. He was nice. He was obviously into me. I can honestly even say he was cute, but I expected so much more chemistry. After some of the conversations we had had, I expected full on chemistry and I barely even wanted to be close to him. He kept touching me and tickling me and I was just really uninterested.
At the end of the night, he drove me home and we sat in the truck and talked for a bit. He kissed me. It was sloppy and unpleasant, but I kissed back. He kept asking to come inside and I kept playfully reminding him that I didn’t do that before the 3rd date. I kept pointing out the time and that he still had an hour drive home, but I just couldn’t lose the guy. Eventually, I was very strict and told him, “I’m going inside now. You have to options: Let me go or walk me to the door.” He seemed let down, but walked me to the door and kissed me. He asked if he could tuck me in and I told him no, but I’d talk to him on his way home.
I called and talked to him, but I felt done. I was so irritated that I felt like I’d had to tell him no a million times. It was then that K started messaging me. Yes, K. The one that looks like a Christmas elf. J’s friend (Read about K here https://confessionsofacheatinghousewife.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/the-end-with-k/) and I actually ended up spending the night with him. That should give you an indication as to how I felt about James…. BUT there was still that nice date we had planned for Thursday….