I obviously have an obsessive personality. I am currently am on 3 different dating sites. Okcupid, which is what I met my ex on and I forgot how hit or miss it is. I think people genuinely want to find someone special on that site, at least for the  most part.

I'm also on Tinder, which I'm told isn't just for fucking any more. I think the whole-just for fucking thing ended when I was in year 3 of my relationship with the ex. I also got on bumble about 2 weeks ago, which is just Tinder for lazy men. The women have to message the men first, which is essentially what I do on Tinder so it's not so different for me. I can't believe this, I'm writing this down now and I'm tempted to go find my phone and start perpetually swiping left.

Okay here is the lingo you need for this story.
1. Swipe left is when you don't like someone
2. Swipe right is you saying you like them
3. Getting a match is when both of you have swiped right
4. Blurb- this is where you can write about 300 characters about yourself (a lot of people leave it blank)
5. message- This is where you can essentially text message someone through the app after you have both liked each other.

Okay, so I have been on about 6 dates in the past 2 weeks, which if you think about the fact that I get up at 5:30 am everyday well it's pretty prolific. It also helps me because I really don't have a ton of friends so it fills up my days.

Let's talk about my date last Saturday.

So I have no plans for Saturday night at all. I spend the day running errands and hanging out and then in the afternoon I get to swiping. I match on Tinder with this 27 year old name GT (which is not a name). We message each other and seems to have a lot in common- both in the education field, we can both carry a conversation,e tc. He throws out that he's available for coffee if we wanted to grab one. I told him,I"d like an adult beverage for a first day. So, we make plans to meet at 7 at the bar which is walking distance from my apartment.

So I take a long nap, I wake up and get ready for my date. I look cute, but it's weirdly cold out so I do jeans and an nice top. I walk to the restaurant and I'm about  5 mintues early. I like to be early because I can buy my own drink adn then I don't feel indebted to the guy if we don't hit it off. I have this problem where if someone has bought me a drink I feel like I owe it to them to act like I'm into the date or that it could work. I've gotten myself in trouble a lot with this.

So there are only a few people int he bar and a guy sitting all by himself and I think, that could be teh guy, but how awkward would it be if I took out my phone and tried to match his face to the profile face on tinder. So I turn my phone on in my purse and proceed to act like I"m not hcecking. I decide to walk up to the guy and just ask. So I say, "hi are you GT?" and he very agrily says "no!"

Geez, I didn't ask him if he was down to fuck or my long lost farther or anything.

So anyhow, I sit down at a high top and I see my date pull in on his bike. He then walks into the bar and he's great looking. He's got it all now- he's great looking, he lives near me, and he bikes- let's do it in the corner if we must.

He comes in and shakes my hand rather heartily and then goes to the bar to a get drinks\.

What proceeds is one of the best conversations I've had on a date. We are laughing about Tinder and talking about all of the people on there and how weird it is. I haven't really been able to make fun of it with anyone and it's so fun. We make fun of all the people who are yoga instructors, that have pictures with lions or tigers, all of the guys who take pictures in their bathrooms. He says he never swipes right when people don't write anything because "they jsut want to hook up". I say I never swipe right when they look like they livei n River North because they're probably a jack ass.

We talk about how we are logan Square people and it's okay that we aren't loaded and into doing coke off of each other's butts. I then ask him if this is the part of the date where we find a place to have sex since we met on Tinder. He jokes that he already scoped out the photo booth in the corner because then, "people could still see our legs." He mentions that he has to go to a birthday party at 9, which he told me earlier about so I ask if we need to grab the check. He says he'd love to stay for another drink.

We continue to talk and I do some super lame things like ask to see how big his hand is and touch his chin when he says he can't grow a beard. Then when we go to leave he unlocks his bike and then gives me another sturdy handshake. I coquettishly look at him through my non-existent lashes and say, "Could I maybe give you a kiss." And he says...

"You know, I'm not really feeling it. (weird pause) I just wanted to tell you what was in my head, but we should hang out sometime." He then proceeds to bike off.

Yikes, what the hell happened. I'll never know. But his little fucking Tinder icon is still on my phone ready for messages, and part of me feels like I should revert to my crazy 20 something self and message him and ask wha thappened. Or send a message that we should hang out again, you know so I seem super desperate.

I haven't done it yet. But it does suck.

So I continue to swipe, until I realize that it's going no where.