Well I thought I had successfully recovered from the first two tinder fails until I met #3.
Shawn seemed overall like a decent catch - Splits time between LA and DC (I’m from SoCal myself), is an entrepreneur, enjoys the finer things in life, 6ft tall, half lebanese/swedish (Im half persian/swedish), and he hadn’t said anything outwardly creepy via text. Only potential downfall prior to meeting Shawn was that he’s 42 and I am 26. Let me save you some time - 16 year age difference.
So we go out on a Monday for a casual drink after work. Mind you, I gave up drinking so club soda and iced tea are my new jam and I make sure not to mention this to dates so they don’t automatically think I am a bore. I mean life and dating is a lot more fun with wine involved.
Anyways, turns out Shawn and I have a TON in common. We both nearly died from meningitis, our dads have 9 siblings, we are entrepreneurs, etc, etc. The date lasts five hours which is four hours longer than most and I leave with a decent impression, thus I grant him a second date.
Tuesday I have a gala to attend at the Kennedy Center and I invited an old tinderfella that I was seeing before I met the X factor and dropped the roster. He was a great date, we had a good time and I remembered exactly why I liked him so much...as a friend.
So I decided I’d see Shawn Wednesday because he was departing Friday AM for LA for 10 days. Typically I don’t see the same guy twice in one week or weekend, but hey let's bend the rules.
(Making exceptions is NEVER a good idea.)
We meet at this hot Greek spot in the city. He fails to make a reservation thus we can’t sit down and the place is packed. First off, you’re 42...this isn’t your first rodeo...soooooo what the hell were you thinking? He makes up b/s reasonings why it “didn’t cross his mind” - I judge him silently for being an idiot and we continue…. He asks me where I want to go and I refuse to help… “You’re the man, right? You should have this handled.” This response he does NOT like. Finally he pulls out yelp and finds a decent spot nearby and we go have dinner. Dinner convo gets heavy FAST. All this talk about commitment and his work, etc. He never once asks me a question about myself and at this point, I know his life story. I AM OVER IT.
But sadly this date is far from over.
Finally dinner ends and we go bowling. He suggests we bet on the game, if he wins I make him dinner - if I win, he takes me to dinner anywhere I want (shouldn't he do that anyways??). Immediately I say no. There’s not a chance in hell you’re coming to my home for our 3rd date and that I am cooking for you. You clearly don’t know me because that’s INSANITY. He is put off by my answer and I insist we just bowl and get this over with. Sigh, when will it end?
Fast forward to the end - “Elle, I really like you - I think you need to just admit you like me too.” OH boy. You live in an alternate universe if you think this is appropriate for date 2!!! I change topics and try to get him out of my car, he proceeds to stick his tongue down my throat to which I jump backwards in my seat. He says I need to “loosen up” and attempts again. MAKE IT STOP. Finally I say I don’t know you well enough to be kissing you like this, and I am really tired I need to go. He get’s out and I am free. FINALLY.
Until the text I receive the next day….
Stay tuned.
Elle
Shawn seemed overall like a decent catch - Splits time between LA and DC (I’m from SoCal myself), is an entrepreneur, enjoys the finer things in life, 6ft tall, half lebanese/swedish (Im half persian/swedish), and he hadn’t said anything outwardly creepy via text. Only potential downfall prior to meeting Shawn was that he’s 42 and I am 26. Let me save you some time - 16 year age difference.
So we go out on a Monday for a casual drink after work. Mind you, I gave up drinking so club soda and iced tea are my new jam and I make sure not to mention this to dates so they don’t automatically think I am a bore. I mean life and dating is a lot more fun with wine involved.
Anyways, turns out Shawn and I have a TON in common. We both nearly died from meningitis, our dads have 9 siblings, we are entrepreneurs, etc, etc. The date lasts five hours which is four hours longer than most and I leave with a decent impression, thus I grant him a second date.
Tuesday I have a gala to attend at the Kennedy Center and I invited an old tinderfella that I was seeing before I met the X factor and dropped the roster. He was a great date, we had a good time and I remembered exactly why I liked him so much...as a friend.
So I decided I’d see Shawn Wednesday because he was departing Friday AM for LA for 10 days. Typically I don’t see the same guy twice in one week or weekend, but hey let's bend the rules.
(Making exceptions is NEVER a good idea.)
We meet at this hot Greek spot in the city. He fails to make a reservation thus we can’t sit down and the place is packed. First off, you’re 42...this isn’t your first rodeo...soooooo what the hell were you thinking? He makes up b/s reasonings why it “didn’t cross his mind” - I judge him silently for being an idiot and we continue…. He asks me where I want to go and I refuse to help… “You’re the man, right? You should have this handled.” This response he does NOT like. Finally he pulls out yelp and finds a decent spot nearby and we go have dinner. Dinner convo gets heavy FAST. All this talk about commitment and his work, etc. He never once asks me a question about myself and at this point, I know his life story. I AM OVER IT.
But sadly this date is far from over.
Finally dinner ends and we go bowling. He suggests we bet on the game, if he wins I make him dinner - if I win, he takes me to dinner anywhere I want (shouldn't he do that anyways??). Immediately I say no. There’s not a chance in hell you’re coming to my home for our 3rd date and that I am cooking for you. You clearly don’t know me because that’s INSANITY. He is put off by my answer and I insist we just bowl and get this over with. Sigh, when will it end?
Fast forward to the end - “Elle, I really like you - I think you need to just admit you like me too.” OH boy. You live in an alternate universe if you think this is appropriate for date 2!!! I change topics and try to get him out of my car, he proceeds to stick his tongue down my throat to which I jump backwards in my seat. He says I need to “loosen up” and attempts again. MAKE IT STOP. Finally I say I don’t know you well enough to be kissing you like this, and I am really tired I need to go. He get’s out and I am free. FINALLY.
Until the text I receive the next day….
Stay tuned.
Elle
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