Sarah and I met on Tinder. She was 8 years younger than me at 24 years old. Asian, 5’7”, fit from spin classes. She wore a one piece jumper on our first date, thin straps showing off her shoulders and neck.
Our conversation on Tinder was brief, but we exchanged numbers and agreed to meet up. We didn’t flirt much, and so I wasn’t expecting much from the date.
We met at a bar we could both walk to. I got there first and waited outside since she said she was close. We hugged and went inside. The bar was loud and it was hard to maintain a conversation. We talked a little bit about work, but she was shy and quiet and the loud music was making it hard to get into the flow of a fun conversation. It felt like meeting someone for a work dinner, not a fun first date.
I asked if shew wanted to try a quieter place down the street, she smiled and nodded, downing the rest of her dirty martini while I finished my negroni.