Dear Champagne of Tinders,
You know those times when you see a picture of someone on Tinder and for some reason you are just wildly attracted to them? This was very much one of those times.
Boys, if you look like you're a shoe in as part of the Kennedy clan I go weak in the knees.
We make plans for a date on Wednesday at 9:00. A little later than I'd like, but fine. You text me that day and say you're landing at 8:00. Landing? I crack an original joke about you flying in just for me. Little did I know...
You decide on the lobby of the Mercer Hotel. Bold, but I like it. I walk in attempting to NOT look like I'm looking for a Tinder and fail, then awkwardly sit down and wait for you.
Score. Much more handsome in person. MUCH MORE. Sigh.
We order drinks. I'm nervous! What is happening?! I am no match for the 7 year age gap and that charming smile.
I find out that you do not live in New York, but travel here often, because you work in finance. You do want to move here though so I'm still listening.
Time for dinner at Lure. I like boats. You order for me - good boy. We begin with oysters and champagne. I don't care how pretentious this is. I love it.
You begin to tell me that you have a 6:00 AM train to DC in the morning for a client. "Wait, but you just landed" I say. "Well, we already made these plans and New York is close enough so I thought I would just fly in here." I do. Yes, I take this man blah blah. I do.
After dinner you come and sit on my side of the booth. Yes, please come closer. I'm comfortable and have loosened up at this point. This is when I giggle, toss my hair, and reel him in...
After dinner we have a shameless makeout session at the bottom of the stairs right outside the restaurant door. I've given JCrew Kids a shot recently so my dress is skimming the bottom of my derriere as I stand on my tip toes (he's tall). I comment about this and as he says, "who cares" and comes in for more. Champagne can kiss and kiss well.
You say you're walking me to a taxi before you stop acting like a gentleman and ask that I come up to your room. Well, you just asked. I politely decline as I have to be to work at 7:00. So much self control.
My dad says play hard to get. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don't.
Until your next trip to the big apple Champagne, safe travels.
xoxo,
BWinTBC
Tinder Take 8: What's Up Doc
Dear Doc,
You had me at the studly picture of you in a race car jump suit. I like going fast.
My dad has been encouraging me to marry a doctor or a lawyer. I'm not ready to settle down, but I like where his head's at. He knows what it takes to keep this operation going. He's been dealing with it for 27 years.
So you're from Long Island. I'll let that one slide. My college ex is from Long Island and I LOATHED going there, but you went to Chaminade. I know that scene. Point for you.
Notre Dame. I'm Irish. Point.
Your 1 beer to my 2. -1 point for you or me? Haven't decided. Watching a man nurse a beer like that is confusing.
Asking for the check after 1.5 hrs. -1 point for me. Or so I thought until you texted me this morning already asking me out again. I'm awarding myself 2 Points there.
You sail. Point.
You have a car. Point.
You're outdoorsy. We'll cross that bridge later.
You and your brother are named after a cat mouse duo in cartoon form. Good one parents. Good one.
Not going to claim that you knocked my socks off, but you're handsome, get along with your mom, and could end up being a great catch. Everyone deserves a few chances in my book. Unless you punch me in the face I let stuff roll off.
Even Sir Slurs a Lot is queuing for round 2.
Until next time Doc.
BWinTBC
You had me at the studly picture of you in a race car jump suit. I like going fast.
My dad has been encouraging me to marry a doctor or a lawyer. I'm not ready to settle down, but I like where his head's at. He knows what it takes to keep this operation going. He's been dealing with it for 27 years.
So you're from Long Island. I'll let that one slide. My college ex is from Long Island and I LOATHED going there, but you went to Chaminade. I know that scene. Point for you.
Notre Dame. I'm Irish. Point.
Your 1 beer to my 2. -1 point for you or me? Haven't decided. Watching a man nurse a beer like that is confusing.
Asking for the check after 1.5 hrs. -1 point for me. Or so I thought until you texted me this morning already asking me out again. I'm awarding myself 2 Points there.
You sail. Point.
You have a car. Point.
You're outdoorsy. We'll cross that bridge later.
You and your brother are named after a cat mouse duo in cartoon form. Good one parents. Good one.
Not going to claim that you knocked my socks off, but you're handsome, get along with your mom, and could end up being a great catch. Everyone deserves a few chances in my book. Unless you punch me in the face I let stuff roll off.
Even Sir Slurs a Lot is queuing for round 2.
Until next time Doc.
BWinTBC
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