Tinder Date #1

I actually had one previous tinder date, but it was when I was travelling in Europe, so I don't count that one as much...that was basically finding a tour guide online (although, I did end up sleeping with him...but no need to over-analyze the situation).  Back to America and tinder.  So, I matched with this guy a day or two before Christmas.  We messaged back and forth, exchanged numbers, he even asked me to call him a couple times over the holiday to make sure he woke up on time (I found this endearing).  Because of the timing we weren't able to actually meet up and go on a date until the 3rd of January.  He lives in the area I spend half of my week in, so he suggested a mini pub crawl, to show me around, then this turned into a pub golf first date.  I thought pub crawls and pub golf were the same thing, but it turns out pub golf usually involves going to nine bars and at each bar you have to drink your beer in anywhere between 1-6 drinks, each bar has a different drink "par" set, and whoever has the lowest score at the end is the winner.  I think I could pretty much go pro with my drinking at this point, so I wasn't too worried about embarrassing myself, and I was pretty excited for a date built around drinking, I think its a good way to get to know someone.

So this guy planned out the whole thing, mapping out the bar order and assigning each a type of beer and setting the drink par for each one.  The date went super well, it was lots of fun, people thought we were funny, we made a few alcoholic friends along the way.  This date started midday on a Saturday.  A couple of the bars we went to towards the end were a bit busy, so we had to rework our plan, and ended up going to this bar call Touche's.  This was my favourite bar on the course.  We sat at the bar next to a travelling salesman named Kent, and he was doing fireball shots and having beers.  He became our best friend.  There was a table of older ladies who ordered a round of Rumchata martinis, and we had a good laugh with the waitress and bartender when she gave him the order.  This was maybe the sixth bar out of nine, so I decided we should do some shots with our new friend Kent.

Now, there is a line I cross when drinking, and once I'm over this line I curse like none other.  So, I'm sure I was liberally dropping the F-bomb along with all his friends.  At one point the bartender had to tell me to stop cursing so much, and this is like a shitty dive bar. I can't lie, I feel quite accomplished for this.  We left soon after, to finish our pub golf course.  I ended up winning and we had the bartender and some other people along the way sign the score card, which, as the winner, I got to keep.

I wasn't going to post this because it has the dude's name...but, its generic enough, and there's only 12 people in the world who read this, so I think it will all be ok.  The best parts of this are: 1) the bartender at the last bar signed this "Awesome. She cusses a lot! I win #bestbartender" 2) the mystery person who wrote "next year ya gotta get pics" and 3) the part where someone drew a heart around Derrick's name and a monkey face around my name.

I think this is the most fun first date I've been on.  Then I went on a trip out of state, then this guy was sick the week I got back, so it was maybe a month before we had out second date.  Which was just me going over to his house on a Monday after work.  It was incredibly awkward.  We were sitting on a couch, just both facing the TV, he is super into sports, so he was watching a basketball game, but offered to change to something else for me.  I don't really watch TV, so I wasn't bothered.  He ended up changing it to Big Bang Theory, and a little piece of me died inside.  More BIG BANG and less Big Bang Theory on date number two please!!  Is that so much to ask?!?