This will be a dating digest post.
I met six women in seven days, all Hinge matches. In chronological order: Jamie, Kristina, Chelsea, Laura, Dani, and Marin.
I also saw Fitz and the Tantrums that week. They were phenomenal live.
By Sunday, I was exhausted.
Jamie and Kristina were video calls.
I was supposed to meet Jamie for drinks on Saturday, February 11, but she had a long day and asked if we could FaceTime instead. She called me, I asked about her day, she was as lifeless as Chantalle1. We hit the 13 minute mark and she told me, “Sorry, I’m really high.” Call was over by the 14 minute mark.
The next day, I had an afternoon video call with Kristina.
Kristina is wonderful, energetic, adorable, and we bonded over relational trauma. Not the best start to a relationship, and I’m basically doing my own form of speed dating. We talked for an hour and 15 minutes before I told her I had to go, immediately after which I hurried to meet Chelsea for a couple beers.
Chelsea is also wonderful, lovelier than her photos, articulate, erudite, driven, and kind. Nothing else to say about her other than I’d rather not pursue anything romantic with her. The vibes weren’t right.
Wednesday, I met Laura for dinner. Dinner was excellent. Laura was confident, charmingly brooding, and funny. Vibes again.
I met Dani for drinks on Thursday. We talked for probably two hours. Vibes were real good. But, sadly, we’re on different tracks, meaning I’m boring and she has three side hustles, which include go-go dancing and EDM club DJing, and she loves hallucinogens. She’s a version of perfect, and somebody’s dream partner. But even talking or writing about her just makes me feel tired.
I had wine with Marin on Saturday, February 18. We drank two bottles of pinot noir together and talked until the bar got too crowded and loud for us to hear. I’ve been trying to work out a second date with her. She’s a type of weird I can connect with, more than with Dani’s, at least.
And then I matched with another woman on Tinder, a woman I found absolutely gorgeous, Jenny, who said something I think is stupid, at best.
“well it sounded super impressive. So you win points for that!”
I showed it to Ricky and asked if I was weird for taking offense. He replied, “It’s as annoying as ‘A for effort’.”
I also think it’s like she’s telling me she’s scoring my performance, which implies that I’m performing for her, like I need to win her over. We both swiped right and I have a full dance card. Do better, Jenny 2.
- See entry 0.02 for a refresher.
- She can’t now. I unmatched with her over that “points” comment. That’s what it’s come to. Forget red flags. Just annoy me and we’re done. It’s better for both of us.