So I recently went out with a guy (twice), that I’ll call Tom that I met off Tinder.
Tom + I met at Trophy Tap + Table in Downtown Raleigh. When I arrived he was already sitting at the bar. The conversation was great and we had some laughs. Towards the end of dinner he tells me he has something to tell me. I’m thinking to myself, “oh great, I can’t wait to see what confession he has for me.” He proceeds to tell me that he’s not 38 per his info on Tinder, he’s 42. Am I happy that he lied about his age? No. I try to brush it off. We then decide to head to Fox Liquor Bar for a drink. He then tells me has something else to tell me. Bless America! What else is he going to confess to me about?!
He tells me he walks with a limp.
Ummm… ok. I’m thinking to myself, ok no big deal and don’t be superficial about it. I mean there was some chemistry there and I figured I’d give the guy a chance. As we started to walk out of the bar it was a very obvious limp. The only way I can explain it which is going to sound mean (which is not my intent) is that it was like on the episode of Friends where Phoebe goes running with Rachel (but picture walking like that). See? I knew you’d thought it would sound mean, but that’s the only way to give you a visual.
We get to the bar and he wants to sit in the dark corner. Of course this isn’t going to end well. Thirty minutes in the bar and we’re making out like we’re two teenagers. Side note: I’m not going to be able to show my face in that bar for quite some time.
When we parted ways we decided to make plans to hang out again. I figured I would give him another chance to redeem himself for lying to me about his age.
Date rating: 8/10
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