During these few months in mid-2013 I had a bit of a dry spell. Several weeks went by with no prospects on the horizon. During the MWS/ bartender days, my dating life had become quite popular amongst my co-workers, and everyone was always querying me about my latest conquests. I loved it because A. (the secret work affair) had a front row seat to all the gossip about me meeting all these interesting guys! It was quite fun actually.
But then I had a fair bit of time with nothing to do. Luckily, my guy roomie had convinced me to start using Tinder, and within a few weeks, I had my first Tinder date! Once you start messaging on Tinder, it's the same format at a regular text message, so you just converse normally. This guy's name was Ryan, and he was from Louisiana. He asked me out on a weekend, and unfortunately my work schedule is quite limiting because I was working weekend nights. Soooo we had to meet for coffee (ugh) during the day (yuck).
We met at a little sidewalk coffee shop, and he was much smaller in person than his photos led on. We sipped iced coffee and talked about Zydeco music and his southern roots. I've never been to New Orleans, so I thought it was really cool to talk to him about it. I thought the date went really well, we hugged goodbye after about 45 minutes or so, and I jetted off to work.
I was certain I would hear from him again...I never did. Not one peep. Not a "I had a really good time", nothing. Fail. I wasn't too sad about it, I wasn't crazy for the guy or anything. I was a little down because I found out that my secret work affair, the bad boy I had tried unsuccessfully to make my boyfriend, was dating a girl he really liked. So I was feeling a bit of an all around rejection. I had just fallen into a bit of a funk I guess. In order to boost my spirits, I jetted off to Portland to visit my parents, and just to clear my head a bit.
A few weeks later, I met Johannes aka "Can I bring a friend?" This guy... He looked really cute in all of his pictures, and we had witty banter via text for a few days before he asked me out that weekend. Or so I thought. I was actually out celebrating Halloween with my roomies when I got the now legendary text. He asked me, "Would you want to meet me and my friend for drinks tomorrow night?" When I read that my brow furrowed...HUH??? You want to bring a friend on a first date! THAT'S SO EFFING WEIRD. Like you're not brave enough to meet someone alone? You have to have a wingman? LAME. I was out with my guy roomie and he burst out laughing and told me to respond: "What if I like your friend better?" so I did. His response was even worse! He said "That's a risk I'm willing to take." WHAT!!! Then why the hell are we even going out! I should have cut off all communication right then and there because this guy was clearly not someone I wanted anything to do with. I don't know what I was thinking, but I agreed. Only on the condition that I could bring my troops along as well. I begged CE and her bf to come with me, if just to experience the weirdness along side me. Being the loyal council that they are, they agreed. I bet his friend was stoked when he found out I was bringing a friend too...little did he know her boyfriend would be in tow...haha sucker!
We gussied up into our Friday finest and trekked down to NoPa. We were there first so the three of us got some beers and snacks and sat at the biggest table we could find, since there were going to be so many of us on this first date of mine. A few minutes later I spotted him. CE and her bf had their backs to the two walking in, and I could see the look of delight drain from the friend's face as he spotted CE...and her then her bf. Seriously though, if you want a double date then set it up as that! Don't ask a girl, to come by herself, to meet two guys. I mean, really.
So there we were, all five of us making awkward first date conversation, when it was really Johannes and I who were sizing each other up. On top of all the weirdness, Johannes was not cute in person, his friend was definitely cuter (I should have gotten his number!), but both of them were dull and lived up to the high standard of weirdness they had set before we even met. We chatted for maybe half an hour, before someone spotted the photo booth, and suggested we all squeeze in. All five of us crammed into the one little photo booth, needless to say the pictures were as awkward as the date itself, I couldn't even bear to keep them. Johannes and his plus one thought we were going to continue hanging out, maybe go to another bar...but they were sorely mistaken. I was done. I'm pretty good at making quick exits, and I just said "It was lovely to meet you", before I pushed my posse out the side door and out onto the sidewalk. I left Johannes and his plus one there scratching their heads as to what could have possibly gone wrong.
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