Article by Stephanie Small
I personally find it hard to meet people. Like anyone who works in Marketing & Advertising or any other industry with irregular hours, I’m not approachable on public transit. When I’m riding the subway, ear buds are in and I’m going over the list of things I have to do once I’m in the office or how fast I can get ready for bed without missing the first few minutes of Scandal. That’s during the week. Weekends, I’m a homebody. I’m not ashamed to say that. I prefer the comfort of my own bed and Netflix to loud music, strangers and spending money I’m trying desperately to save. Now, you may say, I’m negating my search by being unapproachable when I am out or staying home on the weekends but do I have to be a constant social butterfly to find love? Do I?
That being said, I recently joined Tinder as a new avenue of dating for a couple of reasons. 1) Novella asked me to and 2) What I’ve been doing hasn’t worked. I was hesitant since I heard a few things about Tinder from different people. “It’s only for hookups”, “The guys are disgusting” but personal opinion rarely influences my own so I downloaded the app, created a profile and began my search.
I matched with a brilliantly blue eyed, Air Canada employee who initiated conversation. I always say if you can make me laugh, you’re off to a good start. He had me laughing non-stop. We spoke throughout the day and I was eager to meet him but realized that I had triple booked myself for that night. Yes, TRIPLE booked myself. I need a Personal Assistant but that’s another story. As the day wore on, I explained that I had a Going Away Party at No One Writes to the Colonel but I wasn’t sure how long I would be there. He also had plans to be at his friend’s bar, Bathurst Local. They’re maybe a couple blocks from each other. Well played Cupid.
I recruited a friend to come out with me that evening and took a deep breath as I realized there’s no rest for the wicked. I arrived at the party to an overly hot and packed bar with nowhere to sit, stand, or even hang your coat. I decided we were out of there immediately. I said “Hi” and “Bye” to my friend, pulled out my phone and sent the message, “I’m on my way”.
My friend and I walked to our next destination and he was outside waiting for us with a friend when we arrived. He gave me a big hug, introduced his friend and we all went in to grab a table and get some drinks. The conversation didn’t lack for one moment. Even his friend and my friend had some one-on-one conversation (she’s a great wing woman) so he and I had our own one-on-one time. The night went by quickly and now not a day goes by where we don’t speak. We’ve spent a decent amount of time together since that first night and I must say, I thoroughly enjoy his company.
Most recently, I exchanged text messages with a man who just didn’t want to take “I’m not interested” as an answer. I should’ve known something was up since he didn’t have a profile picture because of where he worked. I immediately thought, “Stripper” but swiped right out of curiosity and we matched. After exchanging a few messages I agreed to exchange numbers so he could at least send me a picture of what he looked like. I’m not shallow but let’s be honest, you’re attracted to someone by how they initially look, and everything else comes second. He sent his pictures and I explained to him that I’m more of a long hair, beard and tattoos kind of gal. He was bald with a goatee and there were no signs of tattoos. Thanks, but no thanks! I replied that I wasn’t interested and this is when it got really weird. His immediate response was and I quote: “Can I have one chance to taste you…simply oral. Nothing for me needed”. Wait, WHAT?! I couldn’t fathom why he thought I’d let him at my goodies after I told him repeatedly I’m not interested. He continued to send three more explicit messages before I repeated politely that as flattered as I am, I’m still not interested. What has this world come to? Is this dating in Toronto in 2015? If so, I’m not ready. At all.
Tinder matches to be continued…
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