And all I got was a damn starbucks cup.

Even if you only spend about a good ten seconds on my blog, you know that I love blogging about my guy experiences, I should just stop reiterating at this point. After my past two tinder slumps being an epic fail beyond comprehension, I decided to give how many effs? Oh, I'd say about zero. Yea, you heard me. I decided to turn tinder into a simple game of hot or not, not who's my next victim ;).

(via pinterest)

P.S hey you tinder gds, if you read this, maybe I should like be a spokes person for y'all or something. I've got a handful and a half to say about your little match makey-appy.

Like I said, I gave up and made it a game. I match with a dude (like every other time....) and he decided to initiate the conversation. Whatever I thought, we'll just talk until he gets tired of me. Yet he decided to ask me questions noone has ever asked before on tinder and actually wanted to get to know me.

...Wait, those guys exist on that creepy ass app? Apparently (read: so far)....
He asked about my hobbies and what I do in my free time, and my big mouth blurted out blogging. Am I dumb? I'd say like, yes? Normally guys are like "oh really? that's cool" but nope not this one, Mister KiddyCup (explanation later), was genuinely interested and was now putting on his camo hunting gear. Meaning, he wanted to find le blog. Did I let him? Hell no. Like, sorry you can't read, I need to blog about you...

Anyway after talking for a bit, he wanted to meet up. I decided to go into meeting up with legitimately less than -5% expectations. I'm a young girl, I get my hopes up faster than a grandma getting tired at a 9PM showing of The Hunger Games. Eh whatever, just go with it.

I even tweeted the day before how excited I was to live tweet the date if it sucked. Note: I didn't even pick up my phone once. Yet as I was blasting my John Mayer playlist and pulling up to the meet up location, I got nervous.

Is he going to like me?
Is he going to think I'm funny?
What about what questions will he ask?
How many times will he mention my blog to try and get it out of me so he can read how weird I really am? (The answer, for reals: I can't even count. Too many.)

We clicked almost instantly. Between having way too much in common, I mean waaaaaay too much (like weird ass uncommon ish), and talking his ear off, I'd call the date successful. After lunch we decided to get into the car and drive to get coffee (since that was the original plan of our date). I was so excited to get a PSL (I THOUGHT THEY DISAPPEARED IN WINTER), and thought he was an avid coffee drinker until we got there. He said he doesn't drink coffee. Oh okay, playing me I see you homie. He ended up with some white choco shenans and asked for his drink not too hot. They called it "Kid Temperature" and I laughed at him. Perfect making fun of him material. Even the barista's said he will never be able to live it down. And as long as we're friends, it's a big fat eff no. Hence, my nickname for him: Mister KiddyCup.

Starbies was packed like sardines so we sat in his car for three damn hours just talking. But you know when you don't even realize time flies because you just are living in the moment? Yeah, that thing happened. Before you know it, I had to go. And I didn't want to.

No pictures to suffice? Welp, I am a F+ blogger.

I told Mister KiddyCup how I basically wanted to hate him so I could at least have solid blog material (as per usual with the past tinder meet ups...). Instead, I left with realizing that when you go into things with minimal expectations, you are able to have ten times more fun than you thought you would have (Or maybe we just really hit it off...).


Oh, and a damn Starbucks (PSL) in hand.