RAD: Drip in These Foolish Things

  • May 23, 2024, 12:54 p.m.
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Name: Drip

Introduction Platform: Bumble

Age: 53

Relationship Status: Divorced, but clearly either very bitter or absolutely NOT over it yet. Sounded freaked out about the whole situation when I asked. 2 young girls, 13 and 8, I think.

Job: Corporate attorney for large tech firm

Lives: In an apartment near our meeting place…says he’s looking at a house 40ish miles away. That’s a big nope right there.

Length of Date: 1.5 hours

We Did: “Happy Hour” (said in air quotes because he was certainly not a happy guy). He invited me to a restaurant that I have mixed feelings about - that’s not his issue, of course, but I just felt meh the whole time. And believe me I tried to hype myself up for this one after the INCREDIBLE coffee date I had earlier in the day. I wanted to make sure I was open to seeing how things might go with this guy, but honestly, the literal second I saw his face. I knew how this was going to go. I can only describe it as Resting Dick Face (the male version of Resting Bitch Face). Oh, it was jarring. I thought he was PISSED at me the whole time!

He Looked: Mad!

I Looked: Scared?

Convo: So many awkward silences. I wish we hadn’t ordered dinner. And the restaurant is one of those places that has garage doors that can open and close and let the fresh air AND BUGS in, so at one point I had like 3 bugs land in my salad and I just quit eating all together. I know that’s not part of the convo, but we didn’t really talk about ANYTHING. Blah, blah, blah…skiing in Colorado…blah, blah…business travel in Japan…blah, blah…live music…blah.

High Point: Discovering a new non-alcoholic beverage called Spa Water! It’s essentially this, but replace the tequila with sparkling water!. OMG spicy, refreshing and delicious!

Low Point: The sinking feeling when I saw him walk up to the restaurant.

How It Ended: After 392769035 awkward silences and me leaving an entire shrimp salad uneaten, he was like, OKAY! G’bye! He paid the tab, we walked out and walked our separate ways.

Chances Are: No.

Date Rating: D

So as you can see, this was a stark contrast from the previous RAD from yesterday. I should have known from the vibes before we even met, but again, I have to try!


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