Name: Chef Ed
Age: 48
Status: Recently single. Told me that his “status” has changed recently, but didn’t go into detail.
Job: Heads up the culinary institute at the college downtown. Also works with high school kids on various cooking-type projects.
Lives: Close to the lake…area that I love.
Length of Date: 2-ish hours
He Looked: Nerdy, like his photos. Shorter than I imagined. One look and I knew I was not attracted. I knew it would be hit or miss. When guys look nerdy in their photos (and in person, for that matter), I’m either blown away by their wit and humor or I’m turned off by their social awkwardness or some other quirk they possess.
I Looked: I wore what I’d worn to work that day - clingy maroon knit dress with a long maroon sweater over it. Tall lace-up boots, and I’d wrapped a Burburry look-alike scarf around me because it was cold outside. I’d done my best to fix my makeup and hair after working all day. I think I overdid my lips. Oh well, I knew it would be dark where we were meeting.
We Did: Cocktails in the underground bar and lots of chatter. It was LOUD in there. I had two semi-dirty vodka martinis. They were good, but threw me over the edge.
First Impression: See above. It was a no-go.
Convo: Here’s the thing. The conversation was GREAT. We have a lot of things in common (love downtown, love travel, love trying new places, love the same type of music). I talked and talked…he talked and talked. I found out that I was the second person he’s met on Tinder. I hate that because he’s only been single for like, days.
High Point: Convo was great.
Low Point: Getting the hiccups. I’ve decided that 2017 is going to be the year of figuring things out. I’ve finally figured out that I can’t do liquor. As in, I can’t do mixed drinks that have vodka, whiskey, tequila, etc. in them. I got HAMMERED off of two vodka martinis and I got the hiccups and can’t even remember some of the things that I said.
How It Ended: It got very crowded and noisy in the bar, and he asked me if I wanted to get out of there. I said yes, and he paid for our drinks and when we walked out of the place, he asked, “onward?”
And I said, “no.”
And that was the end. We hugged goodbye and went our separate ways!!
Chances Are: Nope.
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