I’m sure most of you have had an experience where you were seeing a guy (or girl, whoever) you were into and may had even seen the possibility for a potential relationship with that person. You started out dating and things were going great, but then you eventually realized that you’d been doing a whole lot of the casual hang outs and staying in (usually in bed) with that person more than you went out on dates together. Before long, you felt like you had become more of a hookup to this guy/gal than someone that person actually wanted a relationship with. Can I get an Amen?
This scenario has happened to me before (ahem, my first Hinge guy and at least one other Chris), and it totally sucks. Well, I should clarify and say it sucked because I actually wanted more than a hookup. This post is a similar tale of dating-turned-hookup, except I got exactly what I wanted. Allow me to explain…
After my Bumble fails, I took a break from dating for a few months. Then in October, I matched with a guy on Hinge who was immediately hilarious to chat with. I typically can’t stand the messaging part of online dating, but this guy made it more than bearable. We swapped numbers and soon had a first date scheduled.
Only Dating Problem: Kinda Catfish
The issue wasn’t that he didn’t look like his profile picture. In fact, he was actually taller than the height he listed, and he looked as attractive as I had expected. However, his humor from our messages did not carry over into real life. At first I thought it was nerves, but nothing changed after three dates. What’s worse is that not only did he not make me laugh, but he just didn’t laugh in general. His goofy level was probably a 1.5 out of 10, and so it was a total letdown from a dating perspective.
Ok, so I mentioned I went on three dates with him… but it didn’t take me that long to realize he wasn’t my person. However, that didn’t discourage me from continuing to see him. It might make sense if I divulge the progression of our dates and how it led to where things went.
First Date Makeout
This guy was a great kisser. Not only that: he was great at making out. Now, you might be thinking, “Isn’t that the same thing?” NO! While being an amazing kisser is half the battle, there are a few little underrated moves that end up going a long way:
When the guy has his hand behind your head and pulls you closer.When he touches your face while making out. And if things get more heated… When he ventures outside of just kissing your lips (woah, kiddos, all of this is happening above the waist, cool down!).
Obviously there is more to it than this to be a skilled makeout bandit, but I’m not teaching a kissing class here. All I’m saying is that if you like to kiss people you should not forget these small things. So basically, this Hinge fellah pulled out all these moves on me, which not only left me swooning, but he also had me thinking he would probably be pretty great in bed.
We went to a bar near his place for our second date, and afterwards we went back to his place. For approximately half a second I thought I’d try to be a proper lady and keep my clothes on, but then I realized I’m a grown ass woman who will do what she wants! So we tore each other’s clothes off, and I was far from disappointed with what I saw. We did adult things, and for the first time since the Hinge guy I really liked back in 2013, I finally found someone who could get it right. Very right.
The First (Planned) Booty Call
Thanksgiving was that same week, but we were both back in the city that Saturday and had plans to do our separate things… but we also made plans to meet up later. And it was a mutual understanding that later = after the bars start to close and there’s nowhere to go but bed. That time rolled around, we were back in touch to figure out location, and soon enough he was in my bed. For him being the first guy I’d slept with since that Happn guy back in March, I had to wonder why I let my dry spell go on for so many months when getting a good lay could actually be so simple and convenient.
Consistent Booty Calls
We got dinner once more after that (date #3), and it did nothing but confirm that he was not my person and delay what we both were really wanting at the end of the night. So since then, we just skip right to the point. We only talk on weekends after at least 7pm to put the initial feelers out there, and then we only see each other after we’re both done with our nights. The only exception was one Sunday when he had his apartment to himself, so I went over in the middle of the day when we were both sober and took advantage of that opportunity.
Since New Years rolled around, we haven’t seen each other. We have both reached out to each other several times, but neither of us are ever in the same area at the same time. I suppose I could always go out of my way, but I haven’t really had a use for him lately… I’ll get to that in my next post.