Tinder Confessions: Thanksgiving Edition
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He Went to War and Came Back a Changed Man
Unmasking Hidden Unhappiness in Marriage
Workaholic Heartbreak: When Success Costs Your Marriage
Recession Realities: When Financial Stress Tests a Marriage
When Unemployment Tests Marriage
Movies That All Women Should See To Understand Men
Love Lies and Responsibility
The Dating Mishaps of the Ladies of Love Twenty
The Black Male Preference Privilege
Anatomy of a Great (Reality) Relationship
Your Rear End or Your Pride
Why Splitting Costs Isn't Splitting Love
(Broken) Laws of Attraction
While my previous posts are from a few months ago, I thought I’d change it up for a special Thanksgiving date I went on recently. You read that right: a Thanksgiving date.
I got a most unusual Tinder message a few days ago:
I was initially hesitant since I had thrilling plans for Saturday like going to the gym, doing laundry and returning a cardigan to Target. Potential Friendsgiving negatives? A super awkward date at a party with strangers, who could also potentially be weird or awkward or boring. And unlike meeting for drinks—the standard first date—there’s a much longer time commitment. Guaranteed positives? Free food and sweatpants. Plus he offered to pick me up. Even easier. After consulting a few friends I decided to just go with it. (side note: I found out later this was actually his very first Tinder date!)
He picked me up, crockpot of green bean casserole, dessert, and beer ready to go in the back. Clean car. Safe driving. Non-awkward conversation. Everything was looking up.
Then we arrived at the party, and a small wave of panic hit me as I walked in: I was the weirdo from the internet at a random stranger’s party. And this was not a large party, mind you. There were maybe 10 or so people there at the beginning (and around 20 by the end). No escaping or blending in. I got a strange look or two as we walked in, and then I was introduced as the girl from Tinder. To my relief, everyone thought it was funny. A friendly girl offered me a Pilgrim party hat and a glass of wine, and we started chatting away about her experience with some other dating app called Hinge (which I’d never heard of).
Everyone was so nice! And easy to talk to. I almost always hate mingling at parties where I don’t know many people (or no one at all!), but I quickly realized that I actually got along quite well with this group. In fact, being the girl from Tinder became a great conversation starter whenever people asked how I knew my date—we’ll call him Paul. “You’re here with Paul? How did you meet?” “Oh, we met about an hour and a half ago when he picked me up for the party.” Definitely an intriguing start to a conversation. I’d also like to take this moment to dish out a little piece of advice on making friends with fellow females: Compliment and/or ask her about her hair. “Do you use a wand or a curling iron? I love your hair!” I ask out of genuine curiosity (because I’ve always been a curling iron kinda girl but have considered trying out a wand), but I’ve found it’s a great conversation starter, almost like a pickup line for making friends. And most girls, including myself, can go on and on about hair. Seriously, try it sometime.
But back to Friendsgiving…
Everyone finally arrived, and the food was all ready to go. We feasted, we lounged, and then someone mentioned some crazy game called Slap the Bag. Apparently it’s a Midwestern drinking game staple (everyone was from the Midwest) but totally foreign to me. It’s very simple: Someone holds a bag of wine while someone else slaps the bag and then chugs the wine for however long they please. Not exactly a “game,” but, of course, since I’d never “played,” they insisted I try it out. I was not disappointed. In fact, I highly recommend it. Who doesn’t want to slap a massive bag of wine and then chug it while being cheered on by a room of newly acquired friends wearing Native American feathered headbands and Pilgrim hats? Definitely the best way to enjoy top-notch bagged wine. Paul was even thoughtful enough to record this important milestone on my own phone so I can relive the moment whenever I want.
After a few more slaps, they broke out the beer pong table. I continued bonding with my new friends on the sidelines and even exchanged numbers with one girl before Paul and I took our turn at beer pong. It was not a pretty game for us. But it didn’t matter (because everyone’s a winner in beer pong, right?). It was getting late. We’d been drinking for nearly 7 hours and this point, and eventually Paul and I ended up making out in the kitchen (oops?).
All in all, it was a great Friendsgiving. Will I see Paul again? Who knows. But I do have plans to hang out with some of my other new friends after Thanksgiving. I’d call that a win!
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
Unmasking Hidden Unhappiness in Marriage
Workaholic Heartbreak: When Success Costs Your Marriage
Recession Realities: When Financial Stress Tests a Marriage
When Unemployment Tests Marriage
Movies That All Women Should See To Understand Men
Love Lies and Responsibility
The Dating Mishaps of the Ladies of Love Twenty
The Black Male Preference Privilege
Anatomy of a Great (Reality) Relationship
Your Rear End or Your Pride
Why Splitting Costs Isn't Splitting Love
(Broken) Laws of Attraction
While my previous posts are from a few months ago, I thought I’d change it up for a special Thanksgiving date I went on recently. You read that right: a Thanksgiving date.
I got a most unusual Tinder message a few days ago:
I was initially hesitant since I had thrilling plans for Saturday like going to the gym, doing laundry and returning a cardigan to Target. Potential Friendsgiving negatives? A super awkward date at a party with strangers, who could also potentially be weird or awkward or boring. And unlike meeting for drinks—the standard first date—there’s a much longer time commitment. Guaranteed positives? Free food and sweatpants. Plus he offered to pick me up. Even easier. After consulting a few friends I decided to just go with it. (side note: I found out later this was actually his very first Tinder date!)
He picked me up, crockpot of green bean casserole, dessert, and beer ready to go in the back. Clean car. Safe driving. Non-awkward conversation. Everything was looking up.
Then we arrived at the party, and a small wave of panic hit me as I walked in: I was the weirdo from the internet at a random stranger’s party. And this was not a large party, mind you. There were maybe 10 or so people there at the beginning (and around 20 by the end). No escaping or blending in. I got a strange look or two as we walked in, and then I was introduced as the girl from Tinder. To my relief, everyone thought it was funny. A friendly girl offered me a Pilgrim party hat and a glass of wine, and we started chatting away about her experience with some other dating app called Hinge (which I’d never heard of).
Everyone was so nice! And easy to talk to. I almost always hate mingling at parties where I don’t know many people (or no one at all!), but I quickly realized that I actually got along quite well with this group. In fact, being the girl from Tinder became a great conversation starter whenever people asked how I knew my date—we’ll call him Paul. “You’re here with Paul? How did you meet?” “Oh, we met about an hour and a half ago when he picked me up for the party.” Definitely an intriguing start to a conversation. I’d also like to take this moment to dish out a little piece of advice on making friends with fellow females: Compliment and/or ask her about her hair. “Do you use a wand or a curling iron? I love your hair!” I ask out of genuine curiosity (because I’ve always been a curling iron kinda girl but have considered trying out a wand), but I’ve found it’s a great conversation starter, almost like a pickup line for making friends. And most girls, including myself, can go on and on about hair. Seriously, try it sometime.
But back to Friendsgiving…
Everyone finally arrived, and the food was all ready to go. We feasted, we lounged, and then someone mentioned some crazy game called Slap the Bag. Apparently it’s a Midwestern drinking game staple (everyone was from the Midwest) but totally foreign to me. It’s very simple: Someone holds a bag of wine while someone else slaps the bag and then chugs the wine for however long they please. Not exactly a “game,” but, of course, since I’d never “played,” they insisted I try it out. I was not disappointed. In fact, I highly recommend it. Who doesn’t want to slap a massive bag of wine and then chug it while being cheered on by a room of newly acquired friends wearing Native American feathered headbands and Pilgrim hats? Definitely the best way to enjoy top-notch bagged wine. Paul was even thoughtful enough to record this important milestone on my own phone so I can relive the moment whenever I want.
After a few more slaps, they broke out the beer pong table. I continued bonding with my new friends on the sidelines and even exchanged numbers with one girl before Paul and I took our turn at beer pong. It was not a pretty game for us. But it didn’t matter (because everyone’s a winner in beer pong, right?). It was getting late. We’d been drinking for nearly 7 hours and this point, and eventually Paul and I ended up making out in the kitchen (oops?).
All in all, it was a great Friendsgiving. Will I see Paul again? Who knows. But I do have plans to hang out with some of my other new friends after Thanksgiving. I’d call that a win!
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
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20.03.2023
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20.03.2023