The next day, before I had a chance to respond, though, another email came from him."While I had a nice time with you," it read. How could he possibly meet someone in less than 24 hours? I went out with two girlfriends that night and had a few too many vodka cocktails. But I found something much worse: my drunken email from the night before—with endless comments to follow."I just don't think we have enough in common to go further, and I have met someone else."It had to be a joke. His email stung more than I thought it would, reminding me of all the romances that I had tried and failed. He had twisted my words, making himself out to be the victim. I wanted to respond, to show them I wasn't a freak, that he'd warped my words.
In the two years I had been on social media, I never saw it used for much besides sharing kid and vacation pictures.I like when my Twitter follower count increases or someone likes my latest photo on Instagram.But I have unchecked that box of online dating for now. Aimed mostly at younger daters, Tinder is about creating what it calls "moments," which for many is another way of saying no strings attached.Like most moments, Tinder encounters tend to be fleeting.Brett got his bonus points for an original first date.
I had fun at the party, for sure, but it was getting late, and I needed to go home.
I felt hopeful that we seemed to have a connection.
In the cab, he kept talking about a band he liked in Brooklyn and said that we should go see them, next Tuesday. I loved live music and thrilled to meet a man who knew how to make plans in advance.
When a dimpled forty-two-year-old divorced man I met on seemed eager to meet up, I hesitated, at first, but then, I thought, why not?
He had two kids, usually a deal-breaker for me, but I decided it was worth a try. Most of the men I met seemed interested, but only texted a few times before vanishing.
The following day, Brett emailed me to tell me he had a nice time and that we should go to see the band.