Megan is a 31-year-old quality-control officer who lives in the Junction. She describes herself as relaxed and adventurous, and says she likes to read books, drink wine, and travel with friends. She says her dating life is “very dry, usually,” and had been single for four months when she met Chrissy on Tinder.
My dating cycle is always the same: I meet someone, it’s awesome, we go out a few times, then the spark is gone. I get bored and do the fade-out.
I decided to try Tinder and test the waters with girls. At first, not many women came up as possible matches, so I thought that maybe girls just weren’t attracted to me the way men are. Then Chrissy came up, and I instantly swooned. Her smile was awesome, as were her general style and vibe. We shared a short exchange, then I gave her my number to see what would happen. She called me, but I don’t pick up when I see numbers I don’t know, and I was absolutely not expecting her to phone. I think her attempt increased my swooning. I texted her to say we should set up a date for the following weekend. I went into the outing thinking that it was just for fun, which is how I normally go into a date. We met at a bar on Queen Street one afternoon. It was freezing outside—this was during the Polar Vortex—so we were both bundled up. I was instantly attracted to Chrissy. She was sexy, very natural, and confident. We had a lot in common and a lot to talk about. We’re both the boss-ladies at work, motivated, and smart. I saw a lot of qualities in her that I would consider my best ones as well.
Chrissy wasn’t drinking because she had to work later on, but I got pretty drunk, maybe out of nervousness. It was my first girl date. My rings kept flying off my fingers; I was a hot mess. We decided to go to another bar, and she drove. While we were stopped at a red light, I said, “Can I kiss your face?” and she was like, “Yes!” It was actually really nice. At the next bar, I got even more drunk. It’s so fun to be cray-cray and just have fun with someone.
I was so wasted. I apologized to her and confessed that she was my first girl date—and that I had an ex-husband and a child. I also said that I wanted to see her again. I ran out of the bar without paying the bill and hopped in a cab.
I texted the next day to say I wanted to settle my bill and that I actually did like-like her. She was really understanding. I think that’s why we got each other almost immediately—we just made sense.
Since then, I’ve been experiencing many firsts with her. Coming from the expectation of “just a Tinder hook-up” to feeling like I want to see this person as often as possible is kind of a mind-fuck, and it’s taking time to adjust to everything. I don’t know what it all means, but I hope I’ll be able to figure it out.
Megan rates her date (out of 10): 10
Want to be a dating diarist? Email firstname.lastname@example.org.