As mentioned Thursday, I went on my first Tinder date. It was a success in that Mr. M was travelled, attentive, a gentleman… and a scholar. I’d like to see him again, though, I don’t think there’s a romantic connection there. AND THIS IS WHAT I FIND SO HARD ABOUT DATING. The letting someone down—assuming I would be letting them down in the first place. It sucks if you’re into someone, you see potential, you really think you have good ol’ chemistry working for you, and they don’t see it/agree. That hurts, sure, but I can handle it and choose how I handle it. I just feel so damn bad for telling a nice human soul to peace out.
But, it is done. And he is cool, and I feel less bad. (And I experienced Track & Field – a lawn games bar). The swiping continues.
More lessons from the Tinderverse:
Tinder has taught me a new word. And I’m giddy over it. The word? Sapiosexual. I’ve been seeing it in a lot of men’s profiles, and after Googling it, I have discovered its meaning. I choose to share Urban Dictionary’s definition:
One who finds intelligence the most sexually attractive feature.
“I want an incisive, inquisitive, insightful, irreverent mind. I want someone for whom philosophical discussion is foreplay. I want someone who sometimes makes me go ouch due to their wit and evil sense of humor. I want someone that I can reach out and touch randomly. I want someone I can cuddle with.
I decided all that means that I am sapiosexual.”