I match with Van on tinder, and after flirting with her for a while on messenger, we meet IRL. She’s one of the only girls I met on tinder that is as good looking in person as she was in her profile pictures: she’s Vietnamese with really light skin, a tiny nose, high cheekbones, and light pink hair.
We grab drinks at a local cocktail bar and find that we have a lot in common. We both love the indie group Beach House and happened to see them at the same venue that spring. We’re both stylish and have fun rating the outfits of everyone else in the bar.
Eventually, we finish our drinks. Van wants to go to a trivia event at a pub in town, but it’s still an hour away from starting. I mention that I have a bottle of wine at my place, and I suggest we go back and hang out until the trivia starts since my apartment is a block from that pub. Van smiles and says, “Wow, corn_elius, I’m not that kind of girl.”