It’s been awhile since we shared a TN IRL Dating story– which have been some of our favorite posts EVER. Don’t worry though: the single ladies of TN are still Tindering, OK-Cupiding and texting around pictures of guys they get matched with on eharmony whose profile pictures are posed with a tuba.
FYI: It is super weird to meet a person IRL whom you have only seen 2 pictures of on the internet. When I got to the restaurant he was sitting at the bar. I only knew it was him because he was looking around like a lost puppy. I’m not sure I would have recognized him otherwise because when he stood up, he was about a foot shorter than his pictures led me to believe. Ok, not the end of the world. I’m not going to write someone off based on their height. Usually.
This would have been us, basically
I quickly realize doing a full-blown dinner the first time meeting is a terrible idea. We are at this fancy French restaurant which he chose probably because he wants me to think he has money. I don’t know what any of the items are on the menu. He thinks he does because he vacationed with his family in France for a week back in ’04. He asks me if I prefer white or red wine. I say red. He says, “Oh, really? I like white,” which tells me he probably doesn’t even like wine and if he drinks it at all it’s a white wine spritzer over ice.
He orders a bottle of red that is easily over $100. Whatever, I’m not going to turn down good wine. We get through dinner. Barely. He is soo dull. I hold the entire conversation, am asking all the questions and by the end am just saying whatever random thing pops into my head just to avoid awkward silences. Three courses each of made-to-order French food is way too much time to spend with a stranger. He finally gets the bill and pays and we walk outside. Not really sure what to do now. I thank him and said it was fun. We hug and he looks like he is going to kiss me. What?! What made him think there was any romantic chemistry between us is beyond me. The whole evening felt like we were siblings who had just seen our parents doing it in the kitchen. Awkward.
After I arrive home, I see I have a message from him. It was something about how he had a great time and maybe it was all the wine, but he forgot to ask for my number. I panic. I don’t want to go out with him again. But I feel obligated because he just spent $300 on dinner. I did the only logical thing I could think of- Deleted my profile and account. I didn’t even respond. It’s like I vanished into thin air! And there was no way he could find me because he didn’t even know my last name!
Yes, I realize that’s a shitty thing to do. Would I do it again? Probably. I feel like there is no other way to go about it! I could either write to him and say sorry I don’t want to go out again because you bore me to tears, or remain a mystery to him as the girl who just disappeared.
And if he ever reads this post, I’ll probably enter witness protection services.
Have you ever cancelled your account/changed your phone number/totally ignored a guy after a bad date?
Written by Rachael
Rachael would like you to ignore the fact that she grew up in the middle of Mennonite-ville Pennsylvania and focus on the fact that she’s Latin-American at heart. From food to dancing to the boys (duh), Rach loves Latin culture. She has spent time living in both Bolivia and Costa Rica & currently resides in the City of Brotherly Love (Philadelphia). She loves cats and loves to run (just don’t ask where she’s going if she veers off the road while running) Also her sister runs this site & therefore wrote this bio for her.
