Went on a Tinder date last night and for the first time the guy was taller than me.
Being me, I was running behind but he was totally chill about it (he is Australian!) so naturally also had me at the rather sexy accent.
So I turn up wearing my “I’m casual, but also trying to make an effort outfit” and if turns out he doesnt drink so I’m like *wtf!!*.
After I recompose myself, I decide we should go to my local for pizza and he suggests we share a pie!!!!!
Ok y’all long time followers of my life, know I don’t share food… ever!!! Like that Lady and the Tramp scene where they share the bowl of bolognese, actually gives me anxiety attacks!!! I would go feral if someone tried to suck the spaghetti out of my mouth. Feral.
So we end up sharing a pie. And I’m still hungry, but he isn’t. So we get ice cream. And it seems to be the day that everyone I know is working and wants to talk to me which either makes him feel “wow, this girl is so friendly and everyone loves talking to her”, or “this girl comes here waaaaayyyyyyyyy to much”.
I fear it was the latter!
So we chat, and chat, and chat. And he asks me some pretty deep questions, and makes me question things in certain ways. He seems genuinely interested in my life and I in his…. until (you knew this was coming dear reader didn’t you?) until he told me that he had never been to the theatre!!!
I was shook. Ive probably never been more shook about anything (apart from the time I went on a date with a pro Brexiter!!!)
So I took him to an open mic night that a friend recommended run by a drag queen. And instead of describing the entire plot of a show I had recently seen, I tell him the plots of all the shows the show tunes are from!!!
I’m Just destined to be a narrator aren’t I!!?
He wants to see me again so obviously he liked my story telling