So the tinder pool was running dry and Drummer boy from Tinder 1.0 recently messaged me to reconnect.
He was a lot of fun and super interesting the first time around so I jumped at the chance.

He wanted pizza. I always want pizza. It was a match made in heaven. So I invited him to my usual place for the best pizza ever. It did not disappoint.

He looked just as cute as I remember him, with a mop of tight curly hair and strong facial features. He’s also a drummer so had nice arms (not that I was objectifying him in any way!!) ?

The venue was packed so we ordered pizza and food and searched for a seat. Once we found one, we vowed never to leave.

The pizza was good (as per usual), but what made me happiest was how impressed Drummer boy was with my rather awesome venue choice. He loved the venue, food, and drinks.

Now dear reader. Drummer boy is a actually a FB friend of mine and seemed rather disappointed when nothing spectacular was happening in order to make it into a #tindertale ….. however, the night was still young ?

After 3 hours of solid eating and drinking, his guard was down and (dare I say it), he was starting to get a little flirty.

I decided to go to the bar and get us another round of ciders and after paying for our drinks and about to walk away, some random wanker bumped into me, making me spill the drinks and smash the glasses. Within seconds, my bouncer friend was on the guy, ready to chuck him out. He had pinned him against the wall and was asking “are you alright Kim?”, “is he harassing you?”.
Wow Chris, thanks for the backup, but I’m cool. Glad he had my back though. I am given 2 new drinks and return to our seats.

So drummer boy and I were getting on super well. I think he just wanted to see me again to talk business, but I was taking any attention I could get. He wants to help me create my app ideas and I was making a Tinder date out of a job interview. Don’t judge me people. However with the number of ciders I had had already, I didn’t even care anymore.

We ended up chatting sci fi and Netflix and I ended up sharing my Netflix list with him as recommendations (I never do that).

After a while, we ended up playing on each other’s Tinder profiles. He was annoyed he didn’t get many matches, but I get loads. Side note: I do get loads of matches but maybe 1% I actually end up talking with.

So literally as he is complaining that he doesn’t get any matches, he suddenly gets a notification from Tinder that he has a new match. The excitement on his face was just adorable. He was so happy to have a match (other than me Obvs), and it was sheer glee on his face as he opened the app to see who from. We were both waiting with baited breath as he clicked to see that he had matched with….. a man!!!! A man, pretending to be a woman!!
He’s not into men. Poor drummer boy.

The cider was beginning to catch up with me so I decided to “break the seal” and pee. The line for the ladies was ridiculously long (seriously, why is this always an issue?), and I started chatting to the girl standing next to me.
She was super adorable, but very drunk.
So drunk in fact that she was having difficulty standing up properly. When it was her turn to go to the toilet, she semi dragged me in with her and asked for help !!!
While I have been dragged into my fair share of bathrooms by friends needing help with Buttons, zippers, or holding hair back. I have never been dragged in by a stranger asking me to check….. a mole between her breasts!!!!!
She told me She had only just noticed it and she was worried…. drunk but worried.
We both pulled out or phones to further inspect the mole, only to discover it was…..a black bean from her tacos which had somehow “glued” itself to her breasts!!

Crisis averted, I returned to my date… and another cider.

Having the most brilliant time. Mostly talking about Blade Runner tbh.

Come 11pm, we were both in need of chips (fries my American friends), but all of the stalls were closed. That was until I had the genius plan of using my “hey I’m a regular here” card, and went and flirted with the vegan stall guys for some food. They obliged, and I became the hero to drummer boy when I returned with the said food. Not all heroes wear capes people.

Twas nice.