So, this is gonna be really fun to write. I was considering finding something else new/fun to write about, but my girl Tricia made a good point- of all the people to write a blog about getting stood up on a Tinder date, of course it would be me. I’m gonna take that as she meant “Wow, Molly, you are so good at laughing at yourself and finding a good story/joke in everything you do,” instead of the other option– “Wow, Molly, of course you would get stood up on a Tinder date, so no one else could write about it.”
Here’s how it all went down. My besties and I have been Tindering (yes, it’s a verb) since last February. I like to call us early adopters. It’s always been as a joke and none of us ever planned to go on a date or even meet anyone off of it. I even remember last spring when a guy asked Kerry to lunch at Spanky’s and we freaked out thinking that anyone would meet up with someone they met on Tinder..
Then, this fall, Tinder, a dating app based on mutual attraction, really started to pick up. There were more guys logged onto the app and more and more people were talking about it. So, when my professor brought it up in class one day, asking who used Tinder, imagine how surprised I was when I was the only one who raise their hand (rather fervently, I might add). Even though I KNEW people were on Tinder, as evidenced by the fact that I had matched with some of the guys in the class – I’m lookin at you Pat.
The best part about Tinder is that it is all based on your location. So, when I lived in Wilmington I was seeing different guys than when I was in Chapel Hill, Greensboro, or wherever. I must’ve matched with Jim (fake name, lol) while I was home in Greensboro for some reason, but we never started chatting (an option after both people swap right, indicating that they are attracted to the other) until about a week ago.
I sent the above screen shot to my friends Kerry and Kevin, because we always swap Tinder stories (and occasionally Tinder for each other while we are out at bars). After we joked for a bit about how many times this kid messaged me with no response, Kevin told me I should go get a drink with him and Kerry said if he brought a friend, she would go with me! So, after a bit of freaking out, I decided I was gonna “DO IT FOR THE BLOG.” I messaged the guy back and told him that if he brought a friend, we were in and he agreed. We planned to meet at Natty Greene’s but never actually figured out a time or date.
This is where things turn sour..
I messaged him suggesting we meet Friday and, with that, Kerry and I were fully amped for a road trip to Greensboro.Thursday afternoon rolled around, and he still hadn’t messaged me back confirming our double date. We were going to go to Greensboro regardless on Friday and meet some of my friends from high school out so we had an escape plan in case things went horribly with Jim.
Kerry offers to drive and we end up leaving Chapel Hill around 6 – perfect time to make dinner with my parents before these “drinks” that are supposedly happening. We were cruisin down I-40 West when ew start noticing a strange smell and the engine temperature on Kerry’s car was as hot as it gets. Cool. We pull off at the next exit, which conveniently had a Wendy’s and a bathroom – just what we needed! Kerry’s dad was able to simply sum up the situation when he exclaimed “Fuck” on their call from the Wendy’s bathroom. We let the car cool off, and headed back on our way. We drove for ten more minutes when the indicator was all the way on the H, again. 3 ten minute intervals of driving eventually got us to my new house.
By the time dinner on Friday rolls around, Kerry, my brother, and my dad had a long list of jokes for me about being stood up. We crafted a great idea about messaging him and pretending I was already at Natty Greene’s and that I could order the first round so it would be ready when he got there. “Oh yeah that will get him to respond” they said. “Then he’ll show up” they said.
As I’m sure you could’ve guessed, he didn’t respond. Kerry and I still went to Natty Greene’s because our friend Kim was in town from Winston and we wanted to hang out with her. We ended up having a blast and it was all a joke in a matter of seconds UNTIL HE WAS AT NATTY GREENE’S WITH ANOTHER GIRL.
I went up to the bar to order a round for us and when I looked to my left and, lo and behold, there is Jim. You can’t do anything but laugh at that point, which is generally my outlook on anything anyways. With that, we said a cheers in his honor and moved on to another bar to meet up with my high school friends (or acquaintances, right Gordie?) James and Gordie.
The night ended fine with an exciting cab ride home and some lovely selfies with Kerry and my pup Maggie. What more could a gal want out of a date? So, see ya never Jim.
Mad love still goes out to Tinder for enabling me to tell such great stories, boosting my confidence (sometimes) and filling an entire folder full of screenshots of hilarious and, occasionally, vulgar pickup lines.
Life’s rough for some people on Tinder
And then sometimes, you run into your pals, like Kevin here