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Encounter #47.1: Shore Store

Published on February 12, 2020February 5, 2020 by datinglauraLeave a comment

App: N/A

Name: Shore Store*

Date Location: Low Fidelity – Jersey City

Location Review: 3.5 Stars – The bar itself is fine. Very millennial with brick walls, string lights, and craft cocktails. Really just like it because it’s close to my apartment.

Date Duration: 10 hours

What Happened:

I met Shore Store months prior at the Jersey Shore. My friend and I wanted to go to Seaside Heights and since my then boyfriend’s family lived near there, he agreed to drop us off while he helped his family with some stuff.

Kaitlin* and I went to Aztec to live out our fist pumping dreams and that’s when we met Shore Store. He bartended there on the weekends and since it was weirdly quiet on the beach that day, the three of us talked quite a bit. He was cute and it turned out he lived only one city over from Kaitlin and I. Since I was not on the market, I pushed Kaitlin to get his number. He was young but he owned a Tesla, was an engineer, and had his shit together. Solid play thing.

Months passed, I was newly single, and Kaitlin was drunk. During her wine stupor, she texted him and let him know that I was available, he should shoot his shot, and passed along my number.

Next thing I knew, I had a text from Shore Store. We texted back and forth but it never really amounted to anything. A few weeks later, he called to let me know he was going to be in Jersey City that night and asked if I wanted to meet up. Fuck it. I agreed on the condition we go to the bar closest to my place, I wouldn’t be wearing make up, and my hair wouldn’t be done. Shore Store agreed.

He picked me up in his Tesla which was pretty cool. The navigation screen was the size of an iPad so that was interesting but the car itself was nice. When we originally met at the shore, he was behind the bar and I was sitting. I didn’t realize until he got out of the car just how short and petite he was. I could bench him. Good face though.

We found a spot and got to drinking. He was a funny guy and for whatever reason, enjoyed my jokes. He was definitely young though. We talked about the day we met and he asked about where my ex went to high school. Turns out they went to the same one…only 5 years apart. Shore Store told Kaitlin and I that he was 24 over the summer. Lil baby was 22.

The more he spoke the more I noticed our age difference. The way he described his sexual exploits just made him seem younger and younger. Then he said that he goes for older women…like myself. I’m 26. Not 46. Chill bro.

Aside from him being a child, we still got along. He drove me back to my apartment and somehow it came out that I write this trash. He really wanted to make the blog so we kissed in the car…he made out like a 22 year old. Too soft, small tongue, and non-threatening. I like some risk in my hook ups.

He talked his way into coming up to my apartment so we threw some comedy special on Netflix while sitting on my bed. I don’t know how it happened, but we made out again and next thing I knew he was on top of me messing with my tits. The whole thing was weird and to top it off, he had a broken rib so even if I wanted to fuck I would have snapped that child in half.

After the most awkward hook up in history, I changed into comfy clothes and asked him if he planned on staying over because I had to go to bed. I was banking on him leaving. After all, we weren’t going to fuck and I basically just put the pressure on. HE FUCKING STAYED. Ugh.

Since I didn’t want to be touched and he wanted to spoon despite his broken ass rib, we had the worst cuddle session in history. The next morning, I had him scoot out before my roommate got up and he texted me some pic of him stuck at a railroad crossing.

I didn’t think I’d hear from him again and for months I didn’t. There was a shooting in my neighborhood and he reached out to see if I was okay. A few more days passed and he asked me if I wanted to go to a comedy club but I was already out. Then he reached out around Christmas…twice. And then he responded to my IG story (that was really posted to show my fuck buddy that I was back in town) and tried to slide in on Kaitlin and I’s plans one night. BRUH. Back to the friend zone you go.

Encounter #45.1: Hockey Player

Published on January 20, 2020January 6, 2020 by datinglauraLeave a comment

App: Hinge

Name: Rickey*

Date Location: Pet Shop – Jersey City, NJ

Location Review: 4.0 Stars – Cool, divey spot. Has decent beer selection and a vegetarian menu

Date Duration: 3 hours

What Happened:

Rickey and I were messaging back and forth for fucking centuries. After awhile, I decided to leave him on read and that’s when he finally asked my ass out.

He met me at the bar and he was a very sweet guy. He grew up in Illinois so he had that midwestern charm, played hockey, and was now coaching kids. FUCK, my ovaries are quivering. He also worked for the NJ Devils and offered up Bruins v Devils tickets. Okay, I see you flexing. Conversation overall was fine. Nothing too too crazy. I definitely felt that I was a bit much for him considering every other word I say is “fuck” but he kept getting drinks so I figured he wasn’t too miserable.

The entire time we were together I couldn’t quite pinpoint who he looked like. He seemed so familiar and it was driving me crazy. Then it hit me. He was a carbon copy of my high school boyfriend. Holy. Shit. Twins.

We both had to get up early the next morning so Rickey walked me down to the train. As we walked I also noticed he lied. He said he was 5’10” on his profile. I am 5’8″. This guy clocked in at easily 5’7″. Either he had early onset osteoporosis and was using his old height or he padded the number. Now, as we know I do not discriminate on height. I have a theory that shorter guys eat pussy better. However, I don’t think it’s right to fudge your numbers. I may not care, but some other bitch will.

We were waiting on the platform for our trains and he asked if he could see me again. I agreed. Then he asked if he could kiss me. I agreed. It was fine. Nothing life changing. The fact that my train was pulling up definitely put a damper on things but all in all, not bad. We texted a bit over the weekend and I never heard from him again.

Encounter #41.2: Slow Hands

Published on January 13, 2020December 4, 2020 by datinglauraLeave a comment

App: Bumble

Name: Chase*

Date Location: Grove Corner Bar & Taqueria Downtown – Jersey City, NJ

Location Review: 3.0 Stars – Classic sports bar. Cheap pitchers of beer during games, tvs everywhere, and dark wood.

5.0 Stars – Taqueria is the tits. One marg will fuck you up, tacos are delicious, and the service is pretty quick.

Date Duration: 8 hours

What Happened:

In the time since our first date, I had already made an ass of myself. We were supposed to hang out one weekend but I was too hung over to move because of previous exploits the night before then later that weekend I got tanked at a wedding and drunk texted him. For whatever reason, he was still interested and we met up on a night that neither of us had to take classes.

The bar I originally picked was slammed so we found the closest one that had seating. It was a sports bar in the middle of a Yankee game so we made it work. We had a few pitchers of beer and as we crushed the second I asked what he wanted to do. Stay here or check somewhere else out? He said, “I mean we could go back to your place.” I MEAN IF YOU INSIST.

He was hungry and I was nervous so I roped him into getting tacos. On the walk over, he put his arm around my waist which was oddly sweet. I wasn’t expecting that at all. We got there and fucking went in on those tacos. Holy fuck. I cannot say enough good things about the lamb ones. Fuck me up.

We ate. Drank. And then it was time. He called the Uber to my place and within minutes of being in the apartment things happened. Chase knew exactly what he was doing. His make outs were on point, he had me against the wall, and took the time to make sure I was feeling good. I was shocked. When we moved to the bed he made a point to go down on me and damn, it was good. When he came up for air, I reached down to reciprocate some of his efforts and he was huge. I don’t know why I was surprised. He was pretty tall and had a broader build so it made sense but you just don’t know until you’re in the moment.

We started fucking and it was mind blowing. He clearly worked out because he was pulling me up and throwing me down no problem. What really got me though was how we connected so easily. Normally the first time is kind of awkward and you’re both figuring each other out. This was like birthday sex level good…well until the inevitable awkward happened.

I had drank quite a bit and he was packing. So when we switched to him behind me there was a ton of pressure on my bladder. I didn’t necessarily want to stop but, I was ready for him to finish up. I turned to him and asked, “What can I do to get you off?” Easy. Simple question. He responded with, “I want to cum on your face and shove it in your ass…don’t worry, we’ll save that second part for later.”

Ummmm. Wow. Okay, coming in hot there.

I felt like Jim from The Office staring into the camera. I was expecting literally any other answer. “Suck me off”, “Keep doing that”, “Put your leg here”. Anything. This felt a bit bold for an initial encounter.

It was a lot but, I believed I could blow him and finish things a little quicker. He laid down and I got to work. Then he said, “Get down” and threw a pillow on the floor. Before I knew it he was standing above me and it happened. He came in my eye.

Chase was one of those guys that as soon as he finished, he passed the fuck out. So while he flopped on the bed exhausted, I was left on the floor trying find tissues in the dark with only one functional eyeball.

I was a bit annoyed. It’s not that I really cared that he finished on my face but, I do think that when you blow a load all over someone you have to help clean your mess. It’s only fair.

Although he pulled a party foul, he had a moment of redemption. We were laying there, started making out a bit, and I made some comment about getting me off. He quickly went to work. Cool with vibrators? Awesome. Let’s party.

He left not long after which was fine with me. We texted here and there over the weekend while I was away.

But like I said, Taqueria is really fucking good.

Encounter #44.1: Finance Guy

Published on January 2, 2020January 30, 2020 by datinglauraLeave a comment

App: Tinder

Name: Jim*

Date Location: Pint – Jersey City, NJ

Location Review: 4.0 Stars – This is a basic ass bar. Nothing crazy. BUT their drinks are dirt cheap.

Date Duration: 22 hours

What Happened:

In a continuation of “How Hot Can I Bag”, I stumbled on Jim’s profile. Physically, he looked like a straight douche but his bio was promising.

Within minutes he messaged me and the conversation was so damn quick and witty.

Shocked. An attractive guy in finance with a sense of humor? Shooketh.

We quickly made plans and the date was set. I beat him to the bar and started to sweat. Less attractive guys who vaguely looked like his photos kept walking by, one was clearly looking for someone, and I prayed it wasn’t me. Finally, he showed up and looked exactly like his pics. Tall, dark features, fit, Italian AF. Perf.

We started drinking and the conversation just flowed. We liked a lot of the same things and had identical taste in television and music. British Bake Off, Jersey Shore, “Cyclone”, and Celine Dion? This couldn’t be real.

We drank quite a bit. He found out doubles were only $5 and we drank like college freshmen. We started making out and as the drinks went down it got more and more intense. Finally, I asked if he wanted to come back with me on the condition we wouldn’t fuck. I had too many successful dates in a row. I learned my lesson, the world would have struck me back down if we had sex.

While I changed into comfy clothes he turned on Jersey Shore. Boy after my heart. I ordered pizza and we made out while we waited. When the pizza arrived, we curled up on the couch and watched our favorite nonsense.

About one episode in, things heated up and the clothes came off. We moved to my room and hooked up. He was a bit different than what I encountered before. To start, ripped. Wow. No idea how that agreed to come home with me.

He was also very into blowjobs. I shit you not, this fucker came twice in no time and was all about the swallowing. Tbh, I was quite proud of myself since the last time I attempted to swallow I was 17, it came up like a volcano, and I ended up spitting on my high school boyfriend’s stomach. MEMORIES. This time? Success.

His game was inconsistent. On one end, he knew exactly how to finger a woman, where to kiss me, and was completely fine with incorporating vibrators. On the other, this motherfucker didn’t go down on me. Bitch, I swallowed yo babies. Reciprocate, asshole.

He was a snuggly sleeper though and I really appreciated that. Since the break up, I had been craving physical touch to the point I would arrange my pillows along my back to make it feel like someone was spooning me when I slept. (Recently been informed that this is fucking weird). I loved feeling someone’s body heat and having all the skin to skin contact in the world.

I also had nightmares that night so that was cool. On occasion, after a night of drinking I’ll have realistic dreams and they have been known to get intense. Of course, they happened when I had Jim in my bed. He was cool about it. When we talked about it the next morning he said he was convinced that when I shot up, I had sobered up, realized he was in my bed, and was going to kick him out.

After we hooked up again in the morning, I expected him to leave but he asked if we could get breakfast. We went to the bagel shop around the corner and brought it back to the apartment. For the next 6 hours we were curled up on the couch watching Community and napping. (Side note: This was the point I noticed that he had the facial features of a caveman. Once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it).

He had to meet friends and we stayed in touch pretty regularly for the most part. However, I was getting annoyed. We kept talking and talking but he didn’t ask me out again. I kept setting the runway for him to ask and he was either blind to it or was swerving real hard.

It became clear that he really just wanted to sext with me. That’s cool and all but, you know what’s more fun than sexting me? Fucking.

After not hearing from him for 5 days and seeing he unmatched me on Tinder, a text from Jim came in and he was being a pain in the ass. It went from just talking shit about football to being kind of aggressive. Somehow, I managed to flip things around and the sexting began. This time, I wasn’t putting in the work. I got his ass to write out EVERYTHING. When it was my turn to reciprocate, I said I had just taken an Advil PM and was falling asleep.

Truly a legend that will be passed on to my children.

Encounter #43.1: Stingy McStinge

Published on December 16, 2019May 24, 2022 by datinglaura1 Comment

App: Bumble/Tinder

Name: Jack*

Date Location: LITM – Jersey City, NJ

Location Review: 2.5 Stars – I just didn’t get it. It felt under-decorated, didn’t have food, and drink selection was limited. I did like that it had pieces up from local artists.

Date Duration: 2 hours

What Happened:

Jack and I had matched on two apps and had decent banter on both so it was time we met up. I was feeling cocky. I had some successful dates under my belt so I was some hot fucking shit. It was time for the world to kick me back down to size.

Per usual, I beat my date to the bar. I was facing the back of the bar so I didn’t see him come in. I did hear a “Heyyy” behind me. For a guy who was 6’6″, his voice was oddly high. I turned around and saw a stick bug before me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so tall and skinny in my life.

We started talking and as more and more came out, I questioned why Jack even agreed to go out in the first place. He brought up a few too many times that if he were gay, he’d be disowned in his extremely conservative, Catholic family. He had very different interests. Lots of goth shows and that was truly his identity. Meanwhile I’m a Pitbull lover who farts butterflies.

Despite having virtually nothing to talk about, there were small glimmers of hope. We may not have anything in common but we delivered jokes similarly.

The nail in the coffin happened at the end. While I was in the bathroom he had asked to close out. I get handed my card and the entire tab was on it. Granted it wasn’t a lot but, if the date isn’t good I’m fine with us paying for our own shit. He did the laziest attempt to try to pay for his portion. Like I could see the $15 cash in his wallet and he was saying he didn’t have enough on him. I CAN FUCKING SEE IT.

We had to go the same direction to get to the train which left us with a few more minutes of awkward conversation. My train arrived and we both seemed okay with the night ending. No kiss, no hug, no luck.

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Encounter #41.1: Slow Hands

Published on November 14, 2019November 20, 2020 by datinglauraLeave a comment

App: Bumble

Name: Chase*

Date Location: The Ashford & Pint – Jersey City, NJ

Location Review: 4.0 Stars – Cool date spot. The decor makes it feel a little sexy with the velvet wallpaper, happy hour is good, beautiful rooftop, and has a gay bar attached.

4.0 Stars – This is a basic ass bar. Nothing crazy. BUT their drinks are dirt cheap.

Date Duration: 5 hours

What Happened:

I had just started using apps again and was being super passive about it. So, I started playing a game on dating apps called, “How Hot Can I Bag” where I would just swipe without reviewing further if I thought the guy was cute. Shitty bio? Fuck it, I’m using you for sex so does it really matter that you watch The Office?

Chase was one of the first winners. His bio was straight shit, clearly copy and pasted from some bullshit website.

Come on. We’re better than that. But, he responded to my weird ass gif pretty quickly and asked me out. Boom. ITS GAME TIME BABY.

He was going to school for a financial certificate but since his program was in Stamford, we were a bit limited on when we could meet up. The only night that worked for both of us was the Tuesday I was getting my Nexplanon implant replaced after work.

This wouldn’t normally be a big deal for most. After all, it’s an outpatient procedure that takes all of 15 minutes. However, I pass out. A lot. When I got the implant put in 3 years ago, I fainted later that day while I was driving since I freaked myself out. Although I wouldn’t be driving, there was a strong chance I would pass out in front of a strange male at a bar. FUCK IT.

I got the procedure done and that shit was rough. I expected a small incision, easily pulling it out, and shooting the new one in. Oh no, they had to squeeze and push it through the incision to get it out. This triggered my fainting REAL QUICK. By some act of God, I managed to stay conscious even though my vision went black for a sec.

So while I walked to the train to head to the bar, I freaked the fuck out. I still felt weird from the procedure and broke into cold sweats. Then I started freaking out because I was about to go out with a boy. This entirely new chapter of my life was about to start in a matter of 20 minutes. Holy. Shit.

I beat him to the bar, got a glass of wine, and gave myself a pep talk. This was happening. I was there. There was no turning back. If it was bad, I could leave and would be home in 15 minutes. I got this.

Chase came in and he was more attractive than his photos. Hot damn. He was from Brazil so we talked a lot about his family, how he settled in New Jersey, and where the best Brazilian food in the area was. We joked about how this was really for him to get a green card and he joked that we could even get married in New Hampshire. DEAD.

I don’t remember much about our conversation but, he was definitely hot. I remember having that moment where we locked eyes and felt the sexual tension in the air. At one point I felt his knee touch mine so I pressed mine a little bit into his to see if it was an accident or not. He didn’t move. It felt like the hottest moment of an 1800’s love story.

We decided to switch bars and while I was in the bathroom he moved everything we ordered to his tab and paid. My bar for standards was on the floor at this point so I was completely shook.

I made a wrong turn when walking to the next bar. As I pulled my phone out to get directions he kissed me and it was perfect. Honestly, probably the best kiss I had to date. His lips were so soft and he knew the exact amount of tongue to use in that moment and where to put his hands. So we ended up making out…a lot. I ran my hands down his back and it was clear that he was in great shape. Also, even his arms were super fucking soft! This motherfucker had to be soaking in cocoa butter or some shit.

We made it to the second bar and he let me cover the first round. We sat in one of the booths and the sexual tension continued. We were holding hands, playing with each others’ fingers with our legs intertwined. Probably every 15/20 minutes we’d have a quick make out.

Eventually it was time to head out. After all, it was a Tuesday for godsake. I went to make the turn for the train but he insisted on driving me home. I was convinced I would die but YOLO. I survived the Nexplanon, I could survive the trip home.

We made out a lot in his car on arrival and he was doing his best to get the invite upstairs. But he wasn’t asking like any other guy had before. Instead of saying, “let’s take this upstairs”, he said, “I want to explore your body and kiss you all over.” UHM K. HAI. Normally I wouldn’t go for this line but it does have some power when it comes with a Portuguese accent from a hottie.

Despite getting intensely turned on, I wasn’t ready to fuck just yet. This was my first date since everything happened. I needed to chill a bit. So, I offered for him to walk me to my apartment. As soon as we got to the door, we made out extremely heavily and this went on for at least 10 minutes until I finally realized what time it was. I sent Chase on his way and went up to my apartment.

I did it. I got a bit of my groove back.

Encounter #31.3: Above Average

Published on August 6, 2018August 31, 2018 by datinglauraLeave a comment

App: Hinge

Name: Jared*

Date Location: Pint – Jersey City, NJ

Location Review: 4.0 Stars – This is a basic ass bar. Nothing crazy. BUT their happy hour is what truly shines. $2 shots, $3 beers, and $3 mixed drinks.

Date Duration: 12 hours

What Happened:

Only 3 days after our second date we were on the third. He offered to come to Jersey City so we decided to do trivia at one of the cheapest bars in the area.

Since he was running late from work and the bar didn’t have much for food, I ordered in and he met me at my place. Earlier that day, he mentioned that he had something really embarrassing to tell me but he was going to wait until he saw me in person. I buzzed him into the the building and when he got to my door, he had me step out. I forget how it happened but he ended up seeing his mom earlier that day after she stopped at a bakery nearby. She also gave him 2 cannolis and said that he could share them with his “new friend”. DYING.

We ate dinner and of course he was fucking adorable. Before we got into the Lyft he kept kissing me and saying that he loved the way I touched him and how I smelled. (That sounds super creepy. It was sweet in person.)

We got to the bar, grabbed a seat, I got a little drunk, and we got our asses kicked in trivia. Between questions and rounds of drinks we had good conversation. Then at one point I ended up telling him (thank you vodka) that I really liked him, it scared me, and as happy as I was things were moving really fast. His eyes got really big. He said he felt the same way but wasn’t sure where I was and he was happy that we were on the same page.

He had a flight the next day so he didn’t want to stay the night but offered to bring a pint of ice cream back to my apartment to have before he went home. On the walk to Walgreens he revealed that he was not late because of work. It was because he stopped to get another new outfit for our date. Also that pint of ice cream he picked up was never opened. Instead we ended up in my bed.

Once again, we didn’t fuck. I don’t know how it happened but we decided that we were going to fuck the next time we saw each other. But, we kept ourselves busy with other things. He continued to prove he had a strong oral game and we moved to the shower. While we were in there, he brought up again that he had never just showered with someone and found it to be an intimate and romantic moment to share.

I didn’t realize how much I missed sharing my bed and waking up next to someone. I always have slept a little better knowing that there is someone next to me and it also helped that he was a solid big spoon.

The two of us were out of town for the weekend but he invited me to stay with him at his place the next weekend. We needed to fuck. I accepted his offer.

Situation #7.1: Male Model

Published on May 22, 2018June 19, 2018 by datinglauraLeave a comment

What Happened:

A few months back I had taken a waitress job at the bar near my apartment. Truthfully, the place is almost always dead and the people who come in are regulars.

After not having a table for almost 90 minutes, this younger guy walked in asking about happy hour and he became my one and only table for the next few hours.

I brought him his drinks and he started talking to me out of nowhere. Normally, I wouldn’t engage unless it was one of my regulars but there was no one there and I had nothing better to do.

He went on and on about how he was a male model and just had a show earlier that day. …he showed me video footage (barf). This fucker was such a pain in the ass. He tried to make it seem like he knew everything about everything. That the bar should have a sign outside with the happy hour deal (not entirely wrong) but he came in and asked. He came up with the solution.

We chatted and I made a comment about “back in my day.” He asked me how old he looked and I guessed something like 22. He said he looked so good because of all the facials and massages he gets and I should really drop $100 sometime and do it. None of that is wrong, I probably should. But stop promoting yourself while talking to me. It wasn’t like, “Oh facials are so great. You’d love it!” It was more, “I do this thing. I am so great. You should do what I do.”

This led to a conversation about our birthdays. And damn it, we were a day apart. He invited me to his stupid ass party which would be at some bougie ass club in the city. If he wasn’t a douche, fine. But I don’t have time to stroke this fucker’s ego.

He also kept giving me the view count on the video he posted on Instagram and trying to get me to plug his Denim Day event on my real job’s social media. As he puts it, he “loves to give back.” Child, you are wearing a ripped jean jacket. Calm down. Then he said to follow him on Instagram. Fine, it would help me write this post. But he followed that with, “And if you could comment on some of my posts that would be great so they get some play. I don’t respond to them but for you, I will.” OH. MY GOD. This isn’t real.

People started coming into the bar which, thankfully, pulled me away from him. I had one of my favorite regulars so when it died back down, I spent time with him. He knew of a possible job opportunity for me so I was all ears. Then this fucking model kept interrupting with his stupid ass Instagram updates. “Oh, since I posted that I’ve gotten 15 emails. I already booked another job.” CONGRATU-FUCKING-LATIONS.

I had to start closing down which left the model and my regular in the dining room. I don’t know what was said during this time but I overheard the model say, “I should have a beautiful woman on my arm. Why don’t I have one?” (BECAUSE YOU’RE A DOUCHE) And my regular said later on, “You’re ridiculous!” because this guy was bragging about how much he made last year. The model was so annoying, the regular ordered another shot and left.

Model boy later asked if I was single. I saw right through him. It wasn’t that he asked it point blank. He was trying to build me up like a salesman. “Oh are you seeing someone right now? You have to have someone you’re talking to. There’s really no one trying to get with you? I’m so surprised.” No. No one likes me. Catch up, boy! (And work on your delivery).

The model finally decided to leave about 15 minutes before my shift was up. He said, “There’s a reason I met you today of all days.” And went on about how he wasn’t going to walk in the bar but he did, he has all these opportunities since entering, and since our birthdays were so close it was meant to be. He asked for my number and I gave it only because he also mentioned he’d be in the next week and I didn’t want to create that awkward moment. Figured I’d leave him on read while I made a few dollars off him.

He never texted me. Instead, he slid into my DMs.

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Never heard from again.

Encounter #22.1: Beanie Boy

Published on May 14, 2018May 24, 2018 by datinglauraLeave a comment

App: Tinder

Name: Beck*

Date Location: 9 Bar Cafe

Location Review: 2.5 Stars – Small space, not a lot of coffee options, hipster AF

Date Duration: 1.5 hours

What Happened:

It had been a few weeks since I had gone out with anyone. After cutting someone loose because of herpes, I felt it was time to be a little more passive with the dating game. Rather than swipe aggressively, craft answers, and make myself available I would just see what came into my inbox and go from there.

Beck opened with, “Who would win in a fight? Forrest Gump vs Tommy Pickles” Weird. I was into it. We had some banter back and forth until he asked me out for coffee. Also weird. How was I going to make it through a first date without drinking?

I made it there first and saw a hottie to my right. Was not my date upon further review. I took a seat facing the door. I was ready for a great ass date. He walked in. I looked up. I immediately wanted to leave.

He wore a beanie, had a scraggly beard, and gave the general vibe that he had not showered for a few days. Shit. And no alcohol on this date? We’re fucked.

We started talking and it was clear we would not go out again. He only asked me one question the entire time we were out. “What do you do for work?” He then told me all about his two jobs, the commute, living in NJ, how he never sleeps, why he never sleeps, what music he’s into, where his friends live, his siblings, and all the indie concerts he had been to.

After an hour or so, he said he had to go which I was more than fine with. I had to make the turn to get to the train so we hugged, went our separate ways, and I unmatched him as soon as I got on the train.

Encounter #21.1: Brooklyn Babe

Published on April 20, 2018April 5, 2018 by datinglaura1 Comment

App: Hinge

Name: Khalil*

Date Location: Tommy’s Family Restaurant and The Hutton

Location Review: 3.5 Stars – Truthfully, I am probably selling this spot short. I was on a diet that week so couldn’t eat too much. That being said, the omelette was good and the hashbrowns had onions in them which was nice.

4.0 Stars– The place is in the most random spot but brings in a good crowd. I only drank beer that night but they had some interesting cocktails on the menu which could be worth trying.

Date Duration: 5 hours

What Happened:

I had not been this excited for a date in a long time. Khalil was the real deal. Worked in computer science, tall, ridiculously handsome, athletic, smart, well travelled, voted democrat, and was from Canada. Since we met on Hinge, I had his last name and may or may not have creeped the shit out of him. Everything was confirmed, he was cool AF (and previously dated a white girl with a similar build to myself). LAURA DON’T FUCK THIS UP.

We were texting and the topic of NJ diners came up since it’s the diner capital of the world. We started joking about how we would have our first date at a diner and then both decided this was the best idea. Khalil picked a spot 10 minutes from me in NJ and we were ready to rock. No lie, going in I had no idea what to expect. This guy willingly offered to come to NJ so that bodes pretty well but my luck was stacked against me.

He beat me to the restaurant and as I walked up to him I was happy to see he looked exactly like his photos. Holy shit. Babe status. He was an interesting guy. Family was from Ghana, he grew up in Toronto, family moved to Alabama, he lived in Charlotte for a bit, and decided to pick up and move to NYC. Clearly much more well traveled than me.

The weekend prior he was in Boston for a conference (where he got to see Obama speak) and I recommended a place for bomb ass hot cocoa. Well he went and brought me back a chocolate bar. WHAT. OKAY. SO NICE.

The diner was ever so obviously trying to get us to leave so we headed out for another bar in Jersey City. There was an accordion player playing “Sorry Miss Jackson”. I was sold. (And I now have his business card so if you have accordion needs I would highly recommend).

The beer flowed and we just kept chatting away and for once, I wasn’t hammered. (2018 is about to be my year guys). As we were talking, I noticed he kept leaning in across the table but I wasn’t sure if it was that he was into me or that it was loud AF. I ignored it and kept laughing too loud.

We shut the bar down, it was nearly midnight on a Thursday, so it was time for us to head home. We shared a Lyft to the train station near my apartment so he could head to NY and I could walk a few blocks home. Within a few minutes he had his arm around me, was holding my hand, put his hand in my hair, and then we looked at each other. And fam, we kissed. And it was great. His lips were so fucking soft and despite being in the backseat of a car was executed really well. So of course we started making out a shit ton.

In an effort to save my Lyft rating, we cut the shit out. He said that he had been wanting to do that all night but thought it would be frowned upon to jump across the table. I then said he made me nervous because he was so ridiculously good looking. His response? “Okay, but have you looked at yourself?” OH. DAMN. I also thanked him for coming to NJ. No one ever wants to and I really appreciated it. Khalil whipped out, “Well I had a feeling you’d be worth it.” SWOON.

We got to the PATH and I walked him to the escalators. We made out in the middle of the plaza in the freezing rain. He asked if we could move under an overhang so we went in front of Duane Reade and made out more. One hand was on my back while the other was tangled in my hair. So. Good. Between kisses he asked what I was doing that weekend which I wasn’t expecting. THIS NEVER HAPPENS.

…we hung out the next night.