Dear Tinder Spice,
I do not remember you in the original group, but I think you would have given Geri a run for her money.
We were supposed to go out on a Saturday, but I overdid it Wednesday, Thursday, AND Friday so instead of showing up looking haggard I canceled. You moved that day so I'm sure that was a relief.
You tell me you are a spice trader during our texting. How old school. Very intrigued. Picturing Christopher Columbus, but the Jersey version with his dog who is wearing sunglasses in one of the Tinder pictures. Nailed it.
We finally agree to go to a whiskey bar we have both wanted to try. Menu was fantastic. We keep agreeing to get round after round. I usually get some kind of judging feeling at this point, but I like that I'm not. Yes please, one more round.
After going through 2 servers we settle up and start walking. After several blocks and passing the Path Train (we'll get to that) I ask where we're headed. You suggest a dive bar - with emphasis on it being a dive in the West Village that you frequent. I'll fall for champagne and oysters any day of the week, but I'm much more comfortable in this setting.
Back to mention of the Path train. For you out of towners, this goes to New Jersey. Big no no. Within the first 5 minutes Tinder Spice let's me know that he not only works in Hoboken, but also lives there. I would never have agreed had he told me this prior. In hindsight I'm still a bit torn, but I am happy he waited. Good guy. Let's also not forget the part where he is the 5th generation in line to owning his family spice trading company. I like it.
So we continue to said dive bar. He wasn't kidding. This place is fantastic. The elderly lady behind the bar knows him by name and we continue our drink for drink a thon with Makers on the Rocks. At one point he expresses his surprise that I can keep up. Not sure this is the greatest trait, but better than throwing up in my dinner I suppose.
I told my date before meeting that I had a 9:30 client walk through with my boss in soho the next morning. My plan was to take it easy. At approximately 3:45 AM we both decide to call it a night. Oops.
The next morning I slept through my alarm quite a bit, but still managed to meet in Soho at 9:45 and nail my meeting. "Trains were messed up". Usually works in NYC.
They should run tests on me and sell my blood for party fuel, because I don't know how I manage this at times.
All in all Tinder struck again. Not only was Tinder Spice handsome and very sweet, but a lot of fun too.
Until this weekend....spice up your life! (Pssst, that's a Spice Girls lyric)
xoxo,
BWinTBC
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