When Tinder first became popular, I started using it to find actual dates. I didn't really do hookups, half because I wasn't really into them and half because I tended to attract girls who weren't up for it. After awhile, I was starting to get bored of it, but then I met Stacy.
She looked like a lot of fun from the start. She was about 5'6", with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and an enthralling smile, something near a smirk that led you to wonder what she was thinking about. We met outside a restaurant in our college town's downtown, and since she was new, she wanted me to show her my favorite places. I led her to a barbecue place where we sat at the bar. We had tremendous conversation and started casual first date contact – knees bumping, a playful tap, that kind of stuff.
After dinner and a few drinks, we decided to keep things going and hit a favorite bar. She became clearly affectionate there, stroking my hand and playing footsie with me under the table. It was kind of high school, but she was cute and interesting and I was eating it up.