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Single in Music City: Adventures in dating

Prior to moving to Nashville, I was single for four years. As in, I went FOUR years without going on a date. Mostly because I’m so tired of it. But also, the pool of available men where I lived was like a puddle in July.

If anyone could bring art to life via the gif below, it’s me:

The entire concept is so annoying.

But, in order to meet someone, it’s a necessary evil.

I thought when I moved to a city with approximately 1.6 million people, dating would be…easier? Strike that…meeting men would be easier – is the better way to phrase that.

I joined a gym. No one there.
I joined a church. I’m sure they are there, but it’s huge and so far, I’m just focusing on finding friends.
Work. ehhh…preferably not, but still: nothing.
Kroger produce section? Nothing but eggplants and pineapples.

So, a colleague convinced me to try the online option [again]. So I did.

I mean, how else are you supposed to meet people??

The results have been…

Interesting.  And entertaining.

I’ll admit, it’s been frustrating too. I think I put too much into it at first and even let it affect my self-esteem. But then, after a few funny text stories about dating, my best friend has convinced me to look at it differently. She said, “consider it all blog material.”

And you know what, that helps. A lot. It takes the pressure off this being a real thing and allows me to just laugh at the ridiculousness that comes with dating, specifically online dating.

More stories will come, but for now, I’ll start with this nugget.

I guess I should disclose that I use Tinder for online dating. Go ahead and judge me but I’ve tried others, and honestly, with as little effort that I’m putting in to this, I don’t want to pay fees. Tinder is free and while it does have a reputation, I promise you the same types of guys are found on Christian Mingle.  I don’t like Bumble because I don’t like talking first so, Tinder it is.

On a Saturday morning, Brody had woken me up to go out. I was laying in bed, trying to get back to sleep (because it’s Saturday and I refuse to get up earlier than 9:30), when I checked my phone and saw that I had a notification that Chris* had messaged me.

(Disclaimer, I’m typing this word for word so lack of punctuation is not me.)

The message (just “Hey Miss Heather) had come in around 3 a.m. Who is on Tinder at 3 a.m. on a Saturday??

(I quickly figured out who.)

I replied with my hello.

He immediately responded. I was caught off guard because I figured he was sleeping off his Friday night.

“Hey :)” he says.

“Hi” I say.

“Come over” he says.

I tried to give  him the benefit of the doubt and play it off as a joke.

“Ha! It’s 7:30. I’m working on going back to sleep.” I knew this was risky because if he was a perv, then this would just be an invitation. But what else was I going to say?? It was the truth.

“Ok then come cuddle”

“Go to sleep Chris, you’re still drunk.” I said.

“A little. So that’s a no?” he actually asks.

“Chug some Pedialyte, take two Tylenol and you’ll wake up a brand new man.” I advise hoping that brand new man would not recall this conversation.

And turns out, I was correct. I don’t know if the Pedialyte happened or helped but I did not hear from him again.

The end.

But stay tuned! More to come!

*Names may have been changed to protect their egos.

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