The year was 2013 and Tinder was fairly new and definitely exciting. At the time, it wasn’t a haven for the horny it was just a place where you go to meet people and go on dates.
Pretty sure that was its original intention. Then it went off course and became booty call app we all know of today.
It was a Sunday morning and I swiped, matched and began chatting with a nice young lady who was new to the city. In fact, she’d just arrived in town the night before. I thought to myself, I should probably be a gentleman and offer her a tour of her new city.
Absolute golden idea. Worked like a charm and off we went!
You’re supposed to break up blogs with photos every few paragraphs, but I don’t have any photos from the date – so here’s a photo of my dog looking at herself in the mirror.
Back to the story, before long, after we’d made stops at the bank and the grocery store I realized that I was running her errands for her. We also made a quick stop at the gas station so she could purchase a lottery ticket – yes she was 87 years old apparently.
It was at this point that she also decided to drop on me that she and her ex had a massive cocaine problem and she’d recently sold all of her stuff for coke money.
Trying to still be a gentleman and as supportive as possible, I offered to drive her back to her place. The date was clearly over at this point.
Then, just before it was all said and done and with absolutely no chance of nookie (on my part, I didn’t make a move whatsoever), she asked me for one last favour. She asked if I could return her U-Haul for her?
Yea I don’t think so. I’ve never peeled out faster in my life.
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