You remember Tinder guy, right? The one that I hooked up with and then never expected to hear from again. The one that texted me 2 weekends ago inviting me up to visit him in his hometown. The one that was actually quite good in bed even though slightly overconfident. He was a good time. Nice and friendly and easy to be around. Let’s be honest though, I needed to get laid. And he obliged.
I heard from him today. He again invited me to come see him. Either in his home town or to meet him in a neighboring state where he would be on business. As I have not one thing planned this coming weekend, I told him so. I told him that I was all his for the weekend and if he flew me up to see him, there would be fun for all to be had. He immediately backtracked. Said he had his kids this weekend. That he was in the middle of rugby season. Uhm, so? He then changed his tune to maybe just a lunchtime rendezvous next time he’s in town (2 weeks). Huh.
What the fuck? Did he expect for ME to buy my own plane ticket? I think not. If he does the inviting, then he also gets the pleasure of paying for my travel. Makes it more whore-esque that way, don’t you think? 😉