About two weeks ago I met the first person I’d ever met from Tinder. She greeted me with a hug and a million apologies about rescheduling our plans so many times, having me come out to her area to meet, and keeping me waiting a few minutes because I arrived early. We laughed about the fact that she had only known me for 2 seconds and already told me she was sorry 5 times. Immediately I was relieved she looked like the better pictures of herself and nothing like the unattractive ones. She got the first round of drinks and we started talking. We covered the basics as usual. “So, what do you do? Where are you from?” and the rest of the endless questions I couldn’t be sicker of by now. Then we switched to more interesting conversation topics like drugs, awful sexual encounters, belief/disbelief in god, and opinions of sixth senses. We were on the same page and I was having a good time. I was a little buzzed, but even before I felt the alcohol I was finding her more and more attractive. I liked her easy-going personality, her openness, and her humor. The better someone’s personality is, the more attractive they become physically. She was cute. “Are you drunk at all?” I asked her. “A little,” she said. “Good, I am a little too,” I told her. She goes, “I’m drunk enough to do this” leaned over the table we were sitting at and kissed me. I smiled. Then we kissed again. So yeah, it was a good date. On my way home I still had that fuzzy feeling from the drinks, but I was excited aside from it as well. How many days are you supposed to wait before you ask for another date? I don’t know, but I only waited about 30 minutes before sending the “I had a really good time, when are you free again?!” text. Luckily it was well-received with mutual feelings and a possible Wednesday.