I was 1,000 miles from home for a job interview and got stuck for an additional night thanks to shitty weather back home. Instead of bemoaning the extra cost of staying an additional night, I decided to enjoy the (relatively) warm weather and use the additional time to explore the city. Around dinner time, I had the idea to hop on Tinder and see what kinds of guys this city had to offer and if any of them would be interested in grabbing a drink. I want to preface this by saying that I don’t do random hook-ups and my true intentions that night were to just meet someone for a drink, have some conversation, and learn more about the city to pass the time not just stuck in my hotel room. I’ve also been told previously that I’m very picky when it comes to guys, and I don’t consider this night any different. I swiped right on the ones I found appealing, matched with some and sent a few an initial “hey there!” messages. Ryan was the first to message me back, and I quickly let him know my temporary situation and asked him out for a drink. He said yes and we made plans to meet up after 8. Since he was from the city, I had him pick a place for us to meet. There was very minimal chatting over Tinder, something quite unusual for me before I meet someone, and we exchanged numbers before our meetup. I parked near the entrance to this random bar he picked and as I get out of my car I see him doing the same a little ways away.