I considered just walking out but didn’t want to be rude so I waited. Now all of a sudden he knew everyone in the industry, his dad is super well connected, he used to date Peter Thiel’s assistant (and went on about that relationship for a while) knows this person and that person and goes to the Battery, etc. One minute he hates SF and the next minute he was the typical startup name dropper. No, no, I said — I have a long day tomorrow and need to get home. I remember finding one on Howard and something, and told him, ‘OK, this is me!
It was getting late and cold, and when I reached into my bag to grab a sweater I realized my keys, which always sit in the same pocket in my purse weren’t there. He wouldn’t stop so I finally told him my office had a doorman that leaves by pm so I had to get my keys before then. ’ He asked if he should wait and I said no, it’s fine.
I met this guy who was a writer on Bumble and he suggested that we go to Chelsea in Manhattan on a Thursday night when the art galleries have their openings and I was pretty excited because that’s right up my alley for a date.He’s was tall, cute and had a lot of interesting things to say about the work, so I was pretty attracted to him at first.We got about 15 to 20 minutes into the date and the band came on and started setting up — and that’s where it all went downhill. We were in such a rush to get out of there that he paid the bill, we left and he drove me home. B) Don’t go to brunch with a live band or any activity that will making talking impossible — especially if it’s a first date.The music was SO loud, seriously SO loud, that we couldn’t even talk or hear each other — not to mention the guy was singing some soulful, baby-making songs… It wasn’t a bad date and I was proud of myself for surviving my first blind/app date ever, but serious lessons were learned. C) Don’t wear something too casual where you feel underdressed and don’t wear white when it’s super-hot because you’ll sweat right through it.” *Some names changed to prevent total mortification.Damn, I had left them at work — but this was the perfect out. I might check email and stuff before heading out, thanks for the date, etc.
I told him I didn’t have my keys and was very apologetic as I wrapped up and got ready to head out, but he wouldn’t let me leave. He hugged me by and then waited and watched as I walked inside.
I barely told him about mine and he started going off.
He was so grumpy and aggro as he told me about the terrible day he was having, how he’s sick of SF, how no one here is interested in being creative so he’s hoping to move to Portland or New York or LA, somewhere with real creative minds, etc.
Once he did, I told the security guy I must be in the wrong building, asked him for directions to my real office (just to not seem so odd) and walked the remaining blocks to get my keys and went home. He texted me that night to make sure I got in okay which was nice/respectable, but needless to say I never responded to a message from that dude again, and immediately deleted The League that night.” “After chatting for a while on Grindr this guy asked me out. After a few minutes of chatting I asked where we were headed. Needless to say he waited to text me again for about a week.” “We had an okay date, had a few drinks, a few tacos.
I wasn’t sure if I was really interested, but thought, ‘What the hell, it’s a free meal.’ We exchanged numbers and continued to chat. He told me that we were heading to his favorite restaurant. We went inside and proceeded to stand in line waiting to order. He was nervous and pretty nerdy, not quite my type, but we were having fun.
The walk was lovely and my music was pumping me up, but aggressively walking in the heat not only made me sweat my ass off, but it also made me late.