I’ve been gone for a while! (If you noticed) First because fuck all was happening, and later because my grandfather passed away. However, I’d like to think I’m back on track!
Nothing really happened over the past two months; I went on one or two dates (equally boring) and I gave up on it for a little bit. When even your Tinder dies out, it’s time to cut your losses. That being said, last week I was ready to jump into it, and started off with two dates.
Date number one was with an actor. I didn’t know of him, but when I googled him, he sure looked familiar. Turns out he won a few awards at Cannes last year, so there you go. It didn’t make me nervous, but I did wonder if I’d be able to tell if he’d be able to act his way through the date. We went for drinks, and had an overall pleasant evening. I was taken a little aback when he took a phone call, though he asked if it was okay and apologized later. It was one of those dates where you have no idea of the other person is into you. We have been in touch since, initiated by me, and when I asked if he was up for another one he said yes, but yet I haven’t heard back on his availability. Guess he wasn’t into it after all.
The other one was with a potential new friend with benefits. I haven’t had one (or sex!) for a while, so I opened up auditions. I had told him beforehand I’d be on my period so the sex part would have to wait a bit, but he was fine with drinks. He was thirty-five minutes late. I had just finished my drink and was gathering my things to leave when he walked in. While he was apologetic, I felt a little bitchy about it. I’ll blame it on period hormones. Also, he smoked, and he was a little thinner than I usually preferred. It took me a while, but eventually I loosened up a bit, and we managed to have a nice evening. He paid the full bill and took me back all the way to the trains, so he was actually more of a gentleman than any other date I have been on lately. I am seeing him on Wednesday to see if he meets the high standards he’s set for himself!
So I guess I’m back in the game. I’m not ecstatic about it, as we all know, but I’m stubborn.