Age: 25
Height: 5’6
Hair: Brunette
Method: Online Dating
Advancement: The kissy face smiley + the one sticking it’s tongue out
I’m not proud of it, and I knew it was going to be a necessity moving forward, but I set up some online dating site accounts before I even started this whole ordeal. I knew my wily charms would never be enough to actually nab a girl cold turkey every single day for 100 in a row. Now, I started simple put up a lil profile with a couple cute pictures that showed the range of my personality.
Let me tell you something about online dating sites. They are leper colonies. There are reasons the majority of these girls have to go online looking for love. This is both a blessing and a curse. I figure if I’m ever really in a pinch, I could land some of these girls no problem. Would I rather go out with a girl I can’t stand to look at our stay at home doing nothing (or at the very least myself)?
It also makes me question the attractive girls on the site. Okay, I could understand moving to a new city and not knowing anybody, and resorting to this, but the attractive girls who have trouble landing men, are the ones that worry me. It’s a giant red flag. At least with the ugly girls you can pretty much guess why they can’t nab a man.
So, I met this lass a week (that I would say was a solid 7). With a “wink” and some pretty standard messaging that I sent to any girl that seemed remotely sane, got a response back. I logged some chat time with her. We went out for a drink at one of my favorite dive bars because they have some killer drink specials on Sunday. Also, this isn’t the kind of bar where a lot of people would be watching the football games, so it was a pretty chill little date. We talked about music mostly, as well as our respective jobs. She kept complimenting me on my bar choice, telling me she was going to “steal” my bar with her and her preppy-ish friends and the next time I went in, it would be overrun.
After a few hours of nice talking we walked down to the subway. Now, people rushing by, and a faint hint of urine, aren’t exactly my idea of a good blend for a first kiss. So, I told her.
I really hate having a first kiss here.
Right before I laid one on her. There was a little bit of in the corner making out, and I hate myself a little for the PDA.
