Thursday, March 10, 2016

Looking for Mr. Swipe



This is going to be the story of me and my bumbles but before getting into the stories, let’s get the about me out of the way.  I’m 25, brown hair and small in every sense of the word.  I am mildly sarcastic which on certain days if all is aligned is just me being a bitch which pairs nicely with my resting bitch face.  I have a good job that requires a higher degree and I love wine….a lot of it.
Why am I on bumble?  I’m not exactly sure.  Am I looking to get engaged next week or even this year? No.  I’m not even sure I’m interested in getting into a relationship right now.  But being one of the only single ones in the group gets a little old, although I am a fantastic wheel.  I imagined I eventually wouldn’t have to be a wheel but I definitely would make a great cat lady as long as there was plenty of wine…
How do I bumble? My age range is set from 24-35.  I obviously have to find you attractive and we all have our own types so there’s no reason to get into specifics.  I look at your name and I have to like it because I’ll eventually have to say it and maybe even yell it; so if you have a dumb name, left.  I have a real job, so you better have a real job too.  If you’re a “model”, an “artist”, a trainer or work as a bouncer at the bar down the street, left.  If you’re 24 or over 31, you have to be pretty spectacular and mildly funny in your bio for that right swipe.  If you’re 30 or older, you better tell me in your bio if you have kids and if you’ve been married.  Also, I like when you tell me your height upfront; under 5’10, left.  If I see a tattoo? LEFT.  If you made that stupid decision already, I’m going to assume you’ll make more very poor decisions.
Things I’ve learned from bumble so far
-          Everyone is a consultant.  This seems to be the generic job title for “I went to college and now do something”
-          Dating younger just doesn’t work out.  Why do these 24 year olds have to be so dang attractive?!?
-          You should/need to pregame these dates.
-          Always be the first one there. You want them to have to find you off of 5 glamour shots, not the other way around.
-          Everyone will add you on snapchat if you give them your number. Sometimes this is all that ever happens. I have bumbles that follow me on snapchat and I’ve never even met them…
-          Try to switch the restaurants you go to on dates. If you keep going to the same ones, the waiters will start to recognize you and that’s awkward.
-          You will match with people all around the country. You’ll find out they don’t live in your city after you start that conversation and check their location, which is now in a different state.  Some of them will weirdly still want to talk...and be friends..?
Let’s get into the good stuff because I seem to swipe right on winners. Sometimes they get too drunk, sometimes I get too drunk and sometimes we both just survive through it.  They are given nicknames based on their most defining quality or fact about them.
                For my first bumble date I chose one that I wasn’t too interested in just in case I ended up fucking this up completely and being an awkward wreck.  I had yet to learn that I should pregame these dates, but I was naïve and we all have to start somewhere, right?  We’ll call him the Entrepreneur.  He was mildly cute and really tall…almost too tall. I made sure I beat him there so I could have a drink at the bar before he arrived.  He was late, which allowed for multiple drinks.  After a few drinks together I convinced him to go to a place with better drinks and closer to where I lived, for uber purposes.  Although I pride myself on being able to handle my drinks, at this point I was pretty drunk.  We ended up meeting my friends out…which turned out to be a bad idea, but this was my first bumble date and my friends were interested.  The Entrepreneur got real drunk and I left.  The next morning I woke up to 50 texts from him asking me how to get home with the last one saying “forget it, don’t text me again”.  What. The. Fuck? You’re 27 years old.  Pretending not to know where you live isn’t going to get you to come home with me, it just freaks me out. I didn’t text him again and now I was a little scared to continue this bumble thing. 
After a brief two week hiatus from bumble, I matched with The Consultant (this was before I figured out everyone is a consultant).  He seemed nice but wasn’t exactly my type but invited me for dinner.  It struck me as weird when he insisted I send him a real time selfie.  I obliged but now I’m a little freaked out.  He planned our date almost a week in advance and then disappeared while he traveled for work.  And I mean completely disappeared that I almost assumed this date wasn’t happening and I was kind of OK with that.  The day of the date arrived and I was convinced I had a free night until I got a text while I was driving home from work.  I almost backed out but again, he seemed nice.  I finally had a normal date, even though I did drop my margarita…but it provided a good story.  I actually went on a second date with The Consultant even though I was pretty sure neither of us were super into it.  That was confirmed when he actually texted me and said that.  Although I didn’t really like him, I definitely didn’t think he should be the one to get to say that. We’re now snapchat friends. I took another bumble hiatus.

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