I met a guy one afternoon for a drink at a brewery. We showed up when the place opened and were the only customers there the entire date. The conversation was okay, but it was a little odd that not a soul walked in. I tried to make light of it by joking that he rented the place out, but it was a little uncomfortable staring at one person the whole time. No distractions, no people watching, just the presence of your random Hinge date. We stayed for 2 drinks, but I thought he was a little too sarcastic and opinionated. He walked me to my car and we did this awkward goodbye hug in the daylight of the public parking lot. Note to self: no more afternoon first dates.
He asked me on a second date and I agreed, because maybe the vibes were off the first time. My car was getting fixed so he offered to pick me up. He came in a Tesla and it was so hot inside his car. I thought it would be rude to roll down my window, but I wasn’t going to start poking at his touchscreen, so I sat there sweating. Luckily the bar was only a 6 minute drive. We planned to go to trivia, knowing more people would be around this time.
The bar was packed, 20 teams played. I wanted to make our team name something simple like “hinge date” or “second date update,” but we went with his suggestion. We worked collaboratively on the questions, but mostly we were both clueless. For the picture round, he told me to change our answer from Range Rover to Rolls Royce, but I was originally right. He was really loud like “oh, come on” when he heard we were in last place. I had to shush him and explain that people don’t have to know that’s our team.
When music would play between questions, he would always start singing. He sang to every song. This is when I realized our personalities were too different. He was looking for a reaction with everything he said or did. The worst part was when he told me to dance, then started swiveling my barstool to the beat. I was not drunk enough for this. Luckily, the date had an end in sight.
We did not come in last at trivia, which was accompanied with clapping and a “let’s go!” He drove me home and walked me to the porch. With the lights shining on us he asked if he could kiss me. It was maybe 3 seconds then I pulled back. I would have preferred if we were still in the car. He said, “Let’s give your neighbors a show.” There was no going back, this is when I got the ick.
A few days later he messaged me asking if I got my car back. By then I had already gone out with someone else, who I was much more interested in. I ghosted for a few days, but thought that would bring me bad karma, so I told him I hadn’t been on the app but wasn’t interested in going out again. He said all good and told me he had fun.
Next time, keep your singing in the shower.
Single at 30 