Encounter #98.1: Peabody

App: Tinder

Name: Omar*

Date Location: State Beach – N/A

Location Review: N/A

Date Duration: 3 hours

What Happened:

I was in the airport coming back from a work trip and for whatever fucking reason, I decided to open Tinder and respond back to a guy from MA. Seemed cute enough. Flight was delayed. Had time to kill. Fuck it.

We kept messaging. And then we shifted to text pretty quickly and by the time I boarded my flight I had creeped his instagram back to 2011.

We talked on the phone the next night for almost 4 hours and made plans for an actual date. Thing was, Omar couldn’t wait that long so while he was in Boston, he stopped by my area and we met up at the beach. (Just want to say that yes, I went to the beach alone at night but there were people and it was well-lit.)

I had about 20 minutes to get ready so I put on my 90s aunt best. Biker shorts, crop top, and denim jacket and just hoped for the best. I beat him slightly and didn’t notice that he parked next to me. That was a good thing because apparently, he peed behind his car. (My dad peed on the side of the road on his second date with my mom. This doesn’t phase me.)

There was a weird instant connection with Omar. Both of us felt oddly comfortable with the other. It’s not that we necessarily had a ton in common, we really didn’t, but there was good banter.

Omar lived in Peabody with his uncle and was saving to buy a house. Worked in IT, went to trade school (no debt), loved sports, was in the middle of a weight loss journey (love a thick guy who doesn’t know he’s cute), and very outgoing.

Going in, I didn’t know what he was going to think. We had talked about types and his was 5’2″, petite blonde. I’m a 5’8″ thick bitch sooooo bit different. We went to cross the street to get to the water and I caught him checking out my ass. We were in business.

We made out here and there and held hands. We were both physical touch people so that was nice. It just felt so good to have an arm around me and be able to be affectionate back.

He walked me to my car and we sucked face for quite some time. Basement got flooded. But, I was excited to see him again and that was something different.

Encounter #91.1: Construction

App: Tinder

Name: Cory*

Date Location: Alba Restaurant – Quincy, MA

Location Review: 4.0 Stars – Overall pretty good. Only had drinks and apps but the roof deck is so fucking nice.

Date Duration: 3 hours

What Happened:

When I matched with Cory I was just not in the mood for small talk so about 6 messages in I just asked this fucker out. While we were setting plans though he did take a tangent to say, “So you’re really hot. I’m pretty sure we’re the same height though. That okay?” Fuck it, it’s short king spring. Also, thank you for thinking I’m out of your league. Needed the confidence boost.

He lived about 30 minutes away so he offered to come by my neck of the woods which I appreciated. Also, the place he picked had $$$ next to its name on Google so you know that shit is classy.

I beat him to the bar and when I saw him walk in I was both over and underwhelmed. He was built af so even though we were the same height, I still felt like a lady. But he also looked older than I expected. Probably just needed a good skincare routine but his photos were stronger.

We grabbed our table and got to chatting. He worked in construction management, had an MBA, and owned a home. Loved live music. Laughed at all my jokes. Overall, seemed like a decent guy. Nothing really exciting to report.

After we finished our food, we decided that we were going to chill at the beach and have a few drinks. When we left the restaurant I really thought he was going to kiss me but nothing.

Got to the beach and kept chit-chatting then finally he went in for the kiss. It was good. So we kept drinking and made out a little bit. We made plans to see each other again which I was fine with but as time went on, he proved to be a shitty texter. Just really not giving me anything to want to continue the conversation let alone see him again.

The day we were supposed to go out he got tied up at work and we said we’d reschedule. I never did. Just let it die naturally.