Last night I had one of the worst Tinder date experiences of my life. I have been on about 50 first dates over the last 10 years. This was my first one in New York. I was very hopeful that I would have better luck here. Well, not this time, anyway. The man looked disappointed when he saw me. What. The. Fuck. No poker face. Ugh. After a few minutes-10 or so, he asked me how old my pictures on Tinder were! With the insinuation being I was using old photos of myself! They are NOT old photos- they have all been taken in the last year. What an asshole. Then he made some comment about how I look different with a tan or some shit. He turned up his nose at my working in Harlem. He said he had NEVER even been to the Bronx. I said, not even to a Yankees game? He said NO. What a walking poster boy for white privilege! He had zero appreciation for my work. I told him I had also looked at apartments on the UES. He said, you mean east Harlem? I said NO, the upper East Side. I don’t know why I didn’t take up for myself or react to being treated like that. I definitely should have. And he’s a Canadian. Haha about Canadian’s being so nice. He was a complete dick. I cried a little because my feelings were so hurt.
Later, that same day…
The asshat from last night sent me a Tinder message. He wanted to let me know that he had to leave last night because he didn’t think I looked like my pictures. He again accused me of having old pictures on my Tinder profile. I really don’t have old pictures on there. They are all from the last 11 months. THEN he criticized my clothing! He said that he couldn’t believe I wore “running shoes” and fleece on a date. They were sneakers, but not running shoes, and I didn’t know meeting someone for a beer after work required formal wear He informed me that I was now in New York, the fashion capital of the world, and I couldn’t wear running shoes on a date. WHAT A DICK.