App used: Tinder
1st Date: 13th Street Pub and Grill
Status: No 2nd Date
I’ve been to Seattle once, and I haven’t met anyone originally from there. [ Insert Mr. Emerald City.]
This weather encourages me to explore these dating apps even more. Not because I’m desperate for a date (umm, no), but because I’m entertaining my boredom due to this thing called cabin fever.
Around the start of the (first) snowmageddon, I went on Tinder to kill my boredom vibes. I ended up matching with Mr. Emerald City.
- Tall? Yes. Really tall, actually
- Smart? On paper, yes.
- Good bio? Sure. It let me know he likes yoga and dancing
After matching, I got the standard introductory message I hope you’re having a lovely evening.
Hmm, OK. Let me pause here for a sec.
This sweet and oh-so-nice message is the honey. There may be moments where a man means to send a genuine messages with adjectives like lovely and wonderful. I’m learning that not all honey is sweet.
After the usual back and forth banter, we exchanged numbers. What I appreciate about Mr. Emerald City was his eagerness to talk & initiate meeting– unlike those time wasters I’ve interacted with in the past.
Our schedules allowed for us to meet the following Monday after matching. The place chosen was 13th Street Pub and Grill.
Yes, a new place to feature for my blog! I thought.
He told me it’s his usual spot and a place where he frequents.
Note to self.
Monday morning comes around, and he surprised me with a friendly hope you’re having a good morning text message. Hmm — that’s different. Haven’t received one of this type of messages in a long time. In years past, it’s usually been from someone I’m seriously getting to know.
I’ll admit — I do enjoy receiving sweet nothings like that: seeing how my day is going; good morning texts. Hmm, will my dating in the BOI take a turn for the better? Only time will tell.
It’s 8:30pm and time for our date. I get to 13th Street a little late, and walked around looking for Mr. Emerald City. He texted me earlier saying how he’s in the corner sitting at a table. The Pub isn’t the largest pub, and you’ll notice someone sitting alone. After walking around and coming up short, I eventually asked the waitress if someone was waiting alone.
The waitress looks at me somewhat perplexed, and answers with no, no one is sitting alone.
Dammit, was I stood up?
I grabbed my phone to confirm he said 13th Street Pub. I mean, I’d look like a fool if we were to meet someplace else. After confirming, I sent him a text hey I’m here.
No more than 5 seconds later, I looked down and saw an incoming call from Mr. Emerald City. I picked up and he apologized profusely and said he got confused where we were to meet and how his day was so crazy.
Hmm, I bet he was worried I’d leave. He should of been.
Like he told me on the phone, he made it to 13th Street Pub in 5 minutes. I decided to wait for him near the fire pit. If you haven’t been to 13th Street Pub, it has this beautiful fire pit in the patio. It’s perfect for this winter weather.
While waiting for Mr. Emerald City, I snapped some photos (of course!), and checked my ‘gram. It was a way for me to keep distracted from those first date jitters. Believe it or not, I still get those!
With what seemed like forever, I was greeted by this extremely tall man with a Colgate smile. I couldn’t help but to say to myself damn he is tall.
If you couldn’t tell from my other previous posts, height is a weakness of mine.
Mr. Emerald City was wearing a beanie (a piece of clothing I never really cared for because , well, who the hell wears them in Florida?!), a fitted jacket, and some adidas. In addition to his height, I also noticed his ridiculously green and bright eyes.
I tried my BEST to refrain from being shy. I tend to get that way initially on a 1st date. I eventually get more comfortable as time goes on.
Once he sat down, we ordered drinks & eased into our conversation. Mr. Emerald City was engaged, made me laugh, and asked me questions giving me the impression he wanted to get to know me.
After 2 hours passed and the bill was paid, Mr. Emerald City said hey, I’m having a good time & I don’t want the evening to end; want to listen to music at my place?.
Let me pause — again.
This isn’t my first time at the dating rodeo. I’m not in college where I go to my crush’s dorm room, watch a movie, and accidentally fall asleep. I’m talking to someone I matched with on Tinder. What do you think “let’s go to my place” means?
What do you think I did?
I’ll keep you all in suspense.
I’ll say this. All that sweet talking ended. I haven’t heard from him since.
Does it matter? I’m not sure. Boise is small, and I know I’ll see him again. Especially when he shared some of his interested and how they overlap with mine.
As I’m writing this blog, I can’t help but to laugh. Laughing because these dating experiences are moments which highlight my single life here in the BOI. Sometimes, you’ll experience this whole bait & switch effect. The person will attract you with some sweetness (this goes both ways, male and female) and willing to show some genuine interest. But it may not last after the 1st date, depending on how it ends.
No word from him. I was attracted to him and all, but something was missing. Maybe it was that lackluster kiss towards the end of the night. I don’t know. But I’m confident there’ll be a time where I’ll run into him. And when I do, it’ll be a quick hello (with confidence) and a slow goodbye. No time for small talk.