Day 71 of 100 Indian Tinder Tales
I chuckled reading M’s account from Philly
“I moved to Philadelphia from Kolkata about a year and a half back. Right after I came I dated a boy. After he broke up with me because he saw “no future with me”, a revelation that suddenly dawned on him after a weekend his family visited him, I downloaded Tinder one night when I was drinking with a buddy on his insistence. So far I have been on 2 dates both equally bad. This is the last one.
His name was D. He was originally from Ecuador. NYU educated. Lived in Manhattan for 14 years before moving to Philly. Told me he would show me all the secret places in and around NYC he used to haunt with his buddies. Apparently he bumped into Gloria Steinem in one of them. We exchanged numbers. He had the dreamiest accent. I have always had a thing for strong Spanish accents. He told me that he gets lost in my kohl lined eyes. We decided to meet up. He insisted I go to his place. I did not want.
We decided to meet at a park 5 blocks from his house. It was a hot July day. The plan was to walk in the park and go get a drink. I sent him my Uber link to let him know how far I am. I called him 10 mins before reaching the designated meeting spot. When I reached and there was no sign of D. I called him and he was like I’ll be there in a minute. I called him again after 10 minutes to tell him I am leaving. He told me he will be there in 6 mins.
Soon I saw this tall, slightly muscular, bespectacled man walking towards me. He came, said hi and gave me a hug. He looked just as hot as his Tinder pictures but he was drunk out of his mind. I asked him if he could walk. He said sure. He pulled me towards him, slobbered on my cheek and told me he was really glad I was wearing a dress. We walked about two blocks and he told me – why are you in such a hurry? Let’s slow down.
We sat under a bridge and he told me that he wants a serious relationship. He said all the right things except all his words were slurred. I told him flat to his face that he was drunk. In reply he kissed my hand and said that he absolutely wasn’t. And then fell over.
I called an Uber. I told him – my Uber is coming. He said that we should walk to his house and then I should call for the Uber. When the Uber got there, he looked at me helplessly, and blurted out, “Will you please drop me home? I can’t remember the direction.” I did not want to leave him there and said sure.
Once he was in the Uber and I typed in his address, he asked me if he could call me again? If we were going to stay in touch? And what it would take? I asked him what it would take for what? He could not complete the sentence. And also we had arrived at his place. It was a short ride. As one last attempt he tried to kiss me and I physically pushed him out of the car with my Uber driver laughing at the whole drama. He called me after that. I obviously blocked his number.
At the end my Uber driver ended up asking me out. He told me I was not a bad looking woman. And my dress should be celebrated. Took me to Bahama Breeze. He bought me an island drink and dropped me home. Yes he charged me for the ride. And no nothing happened with the Uber driver.”