I give him my number on a Monday. He waits until Friday to text. How underwhelming. We chat about my week, his dogs, recreational water activities in general, the usual. Sunday evening, he checks in for the actual date-making.
Tinder Taylor works as a sports agent, so it doesn't take long for our Tinder tête-à-tête to segue to a shared love of college football. Two days later, he sweetly asks me to dinner. Common interests and visible manners? I accept.
He's a loud talker, an over-explainer, a bit stodgy...but then he stodgily buys a round for the impromptu musical duo, with such a zest for life, and it's just so...endearing. Really loving his love for everything.
On our previous date, when discussing downtown, I explained that as much as I love certain aspects of that part of the city, I find it confusing to navigate. So the first thing he asks me to do on this date...is navigate. That better be some extra dry humor.
Today is the day of my second date with OkCupid Taylor. It is also the day of my second date with Tinder Oliver*. It is also my third double-header of dates in a row. Something tells me I will be sleeping very hard tonight.
I wake up exhausted from the prior day's double-header of dates and sigh grudgingly at the thought of doing it all over again. Dark circles under my eyes. Excessively large pores. Super excessive bloating from carbs and liquor.
These romantic reads will get you in the mood for romance and/or will be an excellent accompaniment to a box of chocolates and a bottle of wine. They might also give you some (naughty) ideas of how to celebrate Valentine's Day.
You may have to walk through the Valley of Death to reach a better place, but live like a zombie long enough and you might wish you'd made that walk. It took me 29 years to do it. It ain't no easy thing. But it's hard being a zombie.