Dear Crush,
I'm grinning ear to ear as I begin to write this.
Your picture popped up on Tinder and I froze. No way. Old crush from college that may or may not remember who I am. Right swipe.
A few hours later I receive the notification that never gets old, "Congratulations! You have a new match!" There you are in all your adorable hipster glory. Your tagline is, "Loud, endearing, doting, flawed, emotional and sensitive to criticism, but young and full of fire and brimming with inspiration." I may or may not already love you for that alone. I went to art school and am a sucker for the creative romanticised life that comes along with that type.
I begin with, "I would say it's a small world, but looks like it isn't." A brief chat to catch up and I give you my number. You text me immediately. Very cute...and endearing might I add.
Let's take a trip down memory lane...
I wonder how I can't manage to find my keys at times, but have the most vivid memories. There was a bodega everyone called The Candy Shop by my college where we all bought beer and cigarettes. I have the clearest memory of running into you and your ex there one night. She was a friendly acquaintance and I admitted to having such a crush on you that night and basically congratulating her on dating you. Last night as you were asking if I knew any of your college friends you admit to being flattered that I knew who you were regardless of not running with the same circle. I'll share this story with you eventually, but admitting to googling you right off the bat may be enough for now.
Back to present day...
On a lovely summer night I have enlisted my two supportive friends to hit golf balls at Chelsea Piers. Gotta practice up for Lucky. A little texting here and there and we meet up in our (conveniently lives a few blocks away) neighborhood. You are exactly as I remember and I immediately feel at ease.
3 drinks and a shared burger later I have stars in my eyes. I can count the amount of times I've felt this relaxed on a "first date" on one hand. After getting the check you offer to walk me home. Obviously, I accept. We cross the street and begin down the block as you take my hand. I. Can't. Think.
I invite you in. Shoes and clothes EVERYWHERE. Unmade bed. I've been told I live like a bachelor on several occasions. Not dirty, but MESSY. You make fun of me. Deserved.
We have a beer in my yard and continue the uninterrupted conversation.
This is when the shared details end, but let's just say your alarm gave me a mild heart attack this morning.
I smile when your name pops up on my phone and I even moved the other standing Tinders around so I can see you again tomorrow.
You're a breath of fresh air Crush. I can't wait to see where this goes.
xoxo
BWinTBC
Tinder Take 13: Lucky Lone Star
Dear Lucky,
You're 8th generation Texan halfsies raised in NYC. So far you are the winner in my Tinder Box (as my father calls it). Not in the Sir Slurs manner of competition.
You open with, "If I were to say "TEXAS!!" what would you say?"
I respond with, "Yeehaw!!!"
Fail.
You were looking for "fight", but I went to art school so I'm playing naive on that one.
I'm from Texas if that wasn't apparent. My tagline is TEXAS to BK. Clever I know.
You have some additional information in your tagline that includes your last name so I do my snooping. I like what I find. Pedigrees align. I'm well aware how obnoxious that statement is and I don't care.
You say you need a date to a Google hosted seersucker party. I love parties and anything that screams prep. Obviously I'm in. You send me a picture of yourself the day before in your seersucker suit. I appreciate people that don't take themselves too seriously. The picture is of Lucky doing what looks to be a walk of shame in a non sober state...during daylight with "winning" in red snap chap font over it. I wear a pink JCrew seersucker dress and killer heels. Your orange Vans are the same color as my orange Kate Spade bag. We couldn't have planned our outfits better if we tried. I want that picture.
I walk in and see you right away. I expected taller, but you aren't shorter than me so we're fine. You are very entertaining. I can see why you're so good at your job.
After 2 drinks and some hula hooping entertainment we move it on to Barraca for a pitcher of sangria. Convo continues and I'm falling in for it hook line and sinker. The childhood home your mother decorated was in Architectural Digest. I am an interior designer. Eye lash flutter.
Can't make a living on Tindering. Or can I?
Next up, Spring Lounge. I don't know why, but I love this dingy place. I even took the drummer here. All comes full circle. You're a regular so that makes it even better. I have been sick this week so I'm "juicing" like the hipster I can't deny I am at times. This makes for a less than ideal drinking state. My Irish blood runs thick, but this night I'm not hanging like the champ I usually am. I notice I'm drunk, because I catch a slurred word. Don't mess this up BWinTBC. Time to make my exit.
I've been coughing all night so I know a kiss isn't in the cards. I've already been invited on a golf outing and dinner next week. I was on the golf team in high school, but I haven't picked up a club in about 4 years. Monday is Ladies night at Chelsea Piers and I have enlisted my two amigos to help me shape my game up. I rarely put all my eggs in one basket, but some baskets are better than others.
Until dinner next week, non cough kisses Lucky.
xoxo
BWinTBC
You're 8th generation Texan halfsies raised in NYC. So far you are the winner in my Tinder Box (as my father calls it). Not in the Sir Slurs manner of competition.
You open with, "If I were to say "TEXAS!!" what would you say?"
I respond with, "Yeehaw!!!"
Fail.
You were looking for "fight", but I went to art school so I'm playing naive on that one.
I'm from Texas if that wasn't apparent. My tagline is TEXAS to BK. Clever I know.
You have some additional information in your tagline that includes your last name so I do my snooping. I like what I find. Pedigrees align. I'm well aware how obnoxious that statement is and I don't care.
You say you need a date to a Google hosted seersucker party. I love parties and anything that screams prep. Obviously I'm in. You send me a picture of yourself the day before in your seersucker suit. I appreciate people that don't take themselves too seriously. The picture is of Lucky doing what looks to be a walk of shame in a non sober state...during daylight with "winning" in red snap chap font over it. I wear a pink JCrew seersucker dress and killer heels. Your orange Vans are the same color as my orange Kate Spade bag. We couldn't have planned our outfits better if we tried. I want that picture.
I walk in and see you right away. I expected taller, but you aren't shorter than me so we're fine. You are very entertaining. I can see why you're so good at your job.
After 2 drinks and some hula hooping entertainment we move it on to Barraca for a pitcher of sangria. Convo continues and I'm falling in for it hook line and sinker. The childhood home your mother decorated was in Architectural Digest. I am an interior designer. Eye lash flutter.
Can't make a living on Tindering. Or can I?
Next up, Spring Lounge. I don't know why, but I love this dingy place. I even took the drummer here. All comes full circle. You're a regular so that makes it even better. I have been sick this week so I'm "juicing" like the hipster I can't deny I am at times. This makes for a less than ideal drinking state. My Irish blood runs thick, but this night I'm not hanging like the champ I usually am. I notice I'm drunk, because I catch a slurred word. Don't mess this up BWinTBC. Time to make my exit.
I've been coughing all night so I know a kiss isn't in the cards. I've already been invited on a golf outing and dinner next week. I was on the golf team in high school, but I haven't picked up a club in about 4 years. Monday is Ladies night at Chelsea Piers and I have enlisted my two amigos to help me shape my game up. I rarely put all my eggs in one basket, but some baskets are better than others.
Until dinner next week, non cough kisses Lucky.
xoxo
BWinTBC
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