The Dating Diary

Week 1: Date With A Gingy

Week 1: Wednesday April 8th

Had a very interesting first date last night with a lawyer that I met on Tinder this weekend. I gave up on Tinder last year after an incident with an Albino who deceived me with the use of filters. But, decided to sign up again last week as a means to meet new people while I'm out of town. As a flight attendant it can be very isolating when you're the only one on your crew with a drinking problem. I often find myself sitting alone at the hotel bar willing the bartender to ask me all about my life problems, just like in the movies, but it never happens. Instead, the most I get out of them is, "Can I bring you the bill?"

Anyway, this weekend as I sat on the toilet drunk I decided to amuse myself by perusing through Tinder. Drunk Tindering is the best because I tend to swipe right on more suitors and thus greatly increase the odds of meeting a winner. The Lawyer is no exception. He's a ginger. I thought they were extinct? Regardless, there's no way I would have picked him sober but it's a good thing I did because we really hit it off.

He invited me to his apartment prior to the date and somehow after a bottle of wine and copious amounts of cheese we wound up staying there. We laughed and talked all night. There wasn't a minute of silence. Then he kissed me and pulled out most of my hair extensions, which was sort of a buzz kill but also exciting because of how passionate he was. I ran to the washroom trying to hold the remaining clip in place, when my phone buzzed in my bag distracting me from the task at hand.

It was The Pilot from work. The mysterious Pilot who also happens to have a drinking problem, and sat with me at the bar two weekends ago when a snowstorm grounded us both in Boston. Although I am intrigued by him, I get the sense that he's a massive player. He is just one of those effortlessly cool guys- charismatic, great smile, all the girls love him. My mother always warned me, "do not date pilots- they're shady players." Her dad was a pilot and I guess she caught him on more than one occasion with another ladies skirt over his head. Fortunately in my drunk state of mind I forgot all about responding when a little tap on the door from the Ginger made me get a hurry on with fixing my extensions. (A blessing in disguise- The Pilot messaged me, "Hey I have a very important question for you..." at 11pm. I think not.)

After five failed attempts to clip my extensions back in, I stuffed them in my bag and waltzed back out to my Gingy with confidence. Sitting on his couch for two more hours as he massaged my feet I decided to call it a night when his brother torpedoed inside and started describing in detail how he just penetrated his girlfriends ass. My cue to leave.

All in all a very successful evening. I am feeling confident that The Lawyer will message me any minute. It's Thursday afternoon so I can only presume he's busy working.

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