As I stated in my previous post I am not one for patience so here is Tinder Take 2: The Little Bulldog (aka Sauna).
Dear LB,
You have called me sugarfoot and boo. I love nothing more than being referred to as a tasty appendage or an absurd excuse for a dog. Google "Boo the dog" if you aren't following.
Our Tindering began like all others: attempting to out do each other's clever one liners, sharing amusing stories, and confirming our mutual love for having fun. I have VERY high standards. I believe I caught your attention when I gave you my Rebel Bingo tickets, because I had a friends birthday party. My pay back was to be dinner that week.
You took me to Fatty 'Cue. My restaurant connoisseur friend told me it was very good. 2 points for LB. 1 for good grub and 1 for coming to Brooklyn. A monsoon took New York over that night so we had the restaurant to ourselves. I thoroughly enjoyed your company.
The details of how we came about the following circumstances escape me, but not important. My lovely foodie friend (by miracle) agreed to come on a double date with LB, his roommate (Le Chef), and I. LB sidetracks us to some meeting with his brother prior to our double Tinder and I attempt to warm Le Chef up. This proved to be Le Difficult.
I get nervous about my friend walking into this, but nothing cures awkward like an abundance of tequila. Dinner and drinks were good, but let's cut to why LB is called LB. My friend and I begin to notice LB's aggressive (in a good, gets things done way) side. I say, "He's like a little bulldog." LB is around my height. Tinder doesn't have an option to scale your Tinders into their surroundings so its a shot in the dark.
In short, you're in the running as a top contender LB. Keep it up and I look forward to the sauna tonight.
Winky Face.
BWinTBC
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