After a night out, we were heading back to his (read: parents’) place and stopped into a bagel shop for drunk food.
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He then proceeded to tell me about his anti-sex Catholic upbringing, his desire for a homemaking wife and his penchant for feet.
I am not one to judge people for their fetishes but, correct me if I’m wrong, this defs wasn’t a first date talking point.
I set up one such first date at the pub down the street from my house. “I’m driving to the subway station,” my date wrote.
In the hour leading up to the date, my phone would not. Fifteen minutes later: “I’m getting on the subway.” Twenty minutes later: “I’m getting off the station.” Two minutes later: “I’m walking up the street.” Cool story bro, just get here.
And he called it the “T-Wash” because his name was Trevor. When T-Wash, as he has now become known, got up to go to the bathroom, I texted my friends to tell them the date was a dud. For some reason, even though we were basically the only ones in the bar, the server took her sweet time coming over to us and as a result, I had to sit there and, at T’s request, explain why I wasn’t down for date numero dos.
They agreed to meet me at the subway station and when T came back, I informed him that I had to get going. (Fun fact: It turns out that he changed from his work clothes into sweatpants because I “seemed like an easy-going chick.”)As soon as my debit payment went through, I waved goodbye and booked it out of the bar.We did not go on a second date.—My foray into online dating wasn’t exactly what I expected.Prior to this particularly horrendous date, I’d only met someone from Tinder once (he was a bouncer at a club I frequented and we played Mario Kart for two dates before calling it quits).From not-so-discreet hook-up requests to poop-stained PJ pants, here are tragic things that have happened to us IRL.You’re welcome, and no, we’re not sorry for sharing.After hearing a few success stories, I decided to give it a shot again.