I spent the remainder of that Friday in the office, still wondering what the hell had happened in the last 20 or so hours, but mostly attempting to remain awake. I chose to work in the office lounge, on a comfy chair with my feet up on a foot rest and there were definite moments of head bobbing, almost falling asleep.
Offering to play tour guide for two Kiwi guys who were in town for a couple of days, I knew it wasn’t going to be the most conventional of Tinder dates but I’m not sure I could have imagined just how unexpectedly it would turn out…
What is it they say - opinions are like assholes, everyone has one? I’ve always felt like there should be a second part to that though - and like assholes they should be kept to ourselves. Unless you’re into that with your partner(s).
Why is it that saying no to an offer of a drink or a date makes us feel like we’re somehow being rude?
Matching with someone on dating apps, like Bumble or Tinder, is about as meaningful as waking up with a hangover and saying you’re not going to drink again. There is no substance to it, it’s borne out of necessity and the likelihood of you following through with it is probably 5%.
Over the subsequent weeks with Asian Weightlifting Firefighter we went on all sorts of dates - park dates, movie dates, symphony orchestra dates, dinner dates, watching the Olympics dates (he imparted his knowledge of Olympic weightlifting while I filled him in on Rugby 7’s), film festival dates, furniture shopping dates… wait, woah, what? Furniture shopping?
As my dating journey continued, alongside my fitness journey, there was definitely a shift in the body types of the men I was dating and it didn’t suck.
There are some really great D words - diversity, drinks, dogs, delightful - and then there are some not so great D words - death, diarrhea, disease, Donald Trump. Where does divorce fall?
Vancouver isn’t a big place. So I guess it was just a matter of time before one of my other single girlfriends’ and my dating paths crossed. Did I think it would be with a guy whose messages and drunk calling to my girlfriend we’d ridiculed? Unlikely.
How do you know when you’re unfairly not giving someone a chance based on your own personal biases and when you’re actually making a good decision based on what you just inherently know you will/won’t like?
There’s something about that elevator, honestly. Those elevator doors close and apparently all inhibitions/insecurities are left on the ground floor as we up head to my floor.
I never felt unsafe but there was something that made me incredibly uncomfortable almost from the get go when we arrived at his place. But what happened next also provided two of the weirdest/wtf anecdotes I have from dating. So, you know, every cloud...