I love me a good ginger. No, really. No clue what it is about red haired men, but I just love them. I find them quirky and funny and by and large, just really good guys. So of course when I was sitting at a friend’s house and we were companionably swiping on our Bumble options side by side, we came across the same cute ginger at the same time. While I went ‘yey, a ginger!’ she went ‘bleck’. Oh well, that’s what makes the world go round, I guess. Left swipes and Right ones (figuratively and literally).
I messaged back and forth with The Ginger for a while and discovered that he’s not actually from here. Oh. Boo. He travels for business. I called him out on having a bumble in every port and he clarified that it’s a fun way to meet a new friend for a drink when traveling. Oh, okay. Makes sense. I totally believed him (which, as you know, it’s not a strong point of mine) and asked when he was leaving town.
I ended up meeting him the next night for drinks at a place that I chose. He was adorable. In a total Richie Cunningham sort of way. For those of you that are too young to understand that reference, fuck off your loss. It was a bit stilted and awkward at 1st, but either due to the vodka sodas or just feeling more comfortable with one another, it turned into a great date!! We ended up staying for hours; talking, laughing, telling stories and just generally having a really good time. No clue if there were any sparks (on either end), but as he doesn’t live here anyway, I took it for what it was. A really fun evening. We ended up exchanging numbers and said we’d keep in touch.
Now, if only I could have a date that good with someone local………..
The Life & Times of a 54 Year Old Online Dater 