Internet dating fish in the sea
My first Ok Cupid date was with Taylor — we agreed to meet at a nearby coffee shop. He was getting his MFA in film, loved to cook and owned an orange tabby named Professor Cat. I joke about opening a literary-pun-themed dive bar called "Tequila Mockingbird." I enjoy hiking and bookstores. After a round of drinks, however, I realized that Jack and I might have something in common. With Jeff, the first few dates were fun, but each date ended with only a peck on the lips. If you have comments to share or a story to tell, write us at [email protected] We prefer stories that are rooted in the present, not the distant past. Alex disqualified himself with several midnight booty-call attempts. When I got up to buy a coffee, he rushed to the counter to intervene before I paid. Jack took me out on my birthday, met my friends and grilled steaks with fresh herbs from his garden. He told me that he had no desire for exclusivity, that he just wanted to have fun. I'm 24 years old, 5-foot-4 with curly brown hair and a bright smile. We are told to be patient, to wait, that it's a matter of luck. But on our date, it soon became clear that Taylor was the type of guy who had few friends and spent too much time on video games. The date ended four hours later with a long kiss in the rain. There are plenty of young women I know in the same position, beautiful human beings who deserve love and respect. But I suppose that's what this is all about — learning to be OK with that uncertainty.
Billy was the first to bow out, sending me a "let's just be friends" text after our third date.
Another guy hated paying for dinner – he would demand that I pay every single time.