My typical night out back then was having a couple beers with friends, watching sports, and calling it a night early. It’s hard to get back out there after a long-term relationship.
This night began like the others. We’re watching hockey and I’m bored and about to go to bed. My friends convince me to download Tinder to entertain myself for a bit longer. I quickly matched with a few girls and chatting with them kept me awake for a bit longer. My friends suggest we take a few shots.
Next thing I know, we’re out at a club and I’m wearing a hockey jersey while everyone else is in button-downs. I’m still messaging a few girls on Tinder and one in particular catches my eye. She’s pretty, with long legs and blonde hair and our conversation flows easily. We make plans to get together for a drink the next day.
A while later, it’s midnight and she asks if I’m ready for our date. I’m slow to pick up on signals so I tell her how excited I am to get to know her tomorrow. She replies that she is ready for our date now and sends me her location, which is conveniently at a bar a couple of blocks away.