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Dating, Tub Tracker

Saturday Screams

Guess who is avoiding their responsibilities and high in the tub again?!? 🙋🏼‍♀️🙋🏼‍♀️🙋🏼‍♀️

Last night my friend (who I’m making the podcast with) and I went out after recording an episode … at 10pm. Now I repeat, we met up at a wine bar. At. TEN. I really applauded us for this as we are typically in bed by then.

But alas, we are out and enjoying some drinks and talking boys, naturally. We looked super cute and dressed up for the occasion. I even pulled out my Alexander McQueen bag and DVF (faux) fur leopard jacket!! Big night.

Sad to report we met absolutely no one, but we had fun and my 38 year old body is dragging me down for staying out so late. So here we are, soaking in the tub. 😎

Tub Tracker Stats:

  • 54 mins and counting
  • Water and edible
  • Lovey pop and fun songs from an old bachelorette playlist I made
  • Pumping up my friend (via text) for a first date tonight!!

Dating, Tub Tracker

Princess?

Hi, friends! Not too much craziness to report this week, but it’s only Wednesday.

Work is still wild but I’m handling it like a champ with a bottle of wine in the tub. But actually, Tinder and Hinge are looking promising this week! Few new connections so stay tuned to see how those pan out.

But let’s get to why I’m here, the chin sucker.

Now loooooong ago, I matched and met up with this dude and thought “meh, I’ll see what the second date brings.” Well, it brought chin sucking, a cheek suck, CHEEK, and more fish-like movements. In the worst way.

Now dear reader you already know your girl is hopeless and desperate. Early last year he messaged me out of the blue (after a year of no contact) and I stupidly replied … even met up.

As expected it sucked and we didn’t really meet up again. However, he does enjoy texting me randomly as he feels there is still hope. Reader, there is not.

Now he knew my dad was sick. He would always text me when I was home visiting (which was all the time) and he was well aware of the situation. In January he asked what’s going on, told him I was out of town, and he thought I was out of town scared of covid. Again. And yes, this was his initial reaction every single time I messaged saying I was away. Idiot.

I informed him it was for personal reasons and he FINALLY asked how my dad was. My response “actively dying” and he then sent sympathy. My dad died two days later.

That was January. No response after that one sympathy note and none since … until yesterday.

“Is the princess back?”

Fuck off.

Dating, Tub Tracker

Sunday Brunch

It’s been a good lazy day. Started with brunch, ending with a zooted bath.

This morning we all gathered at a friend’s in Brooklyn for pancakes, tots, and heavy mimosas. I couldn’t be bothered with real clothes so I wore a sweatshirt and joggers that I have literally worn to bed. Multiple times. I also didn’t contribute anything but a playlist and my sparkling personality. 🤷🏼‍♀️

After we brunched and watched the Love Is Blind reunion, we decided to pack it up and head to the nearby taco bar. Can never go wrong with a taco bar, even when you’re in pajamas.

I was telling the gals about my new podcast (oh boy), my new blog (this very one!), and how I need to step up my Hinge game with a voice question prompt.

Did I decide to record the prompt in a noisy outdoor bar? Yes. Did I say the dorkiest thing about me is my clogs? Yes. Will I get any new likes? TBD.

In the midst of all of this I began chatting with a Tinder pilot. Tall, cute, seems funny and respectful. All good signs! But sadly he flies for Spirit. Clearly I’m not on the Delta level, so I guess discount airlines is my equal.

Stay tuned for clog chaos, but most likely rejections. ✌️

Tub Tracker stats:

  • 45 mins and coubting
  • Winding down from an edible and several drinks, but biggie wine cup ready for more action
  • Mellow music
  • Keeping up the swiping!

30 minute update: very sad I didn’t bring the bottle of wine in the tub.

Dating

Furry Ghost Pound Town

Well, things progressed. I agreed to meet Pound Town Todd. We had some great convos (in the Tinder app) and was looking forward to a night out. But let me give you a quick play-by-play of the messages sent leading up to our date.

Him: What are you interested in sexually?
Me: I’ll tell you later, I’m not writing them out! 💁🏼‍♀️
Him: I need to know if I should prepare my furry suit.
Me: omg
Him: Lol why is NO ONE interested? I paid all this money!
Me: I can’t tell if you are joking or not. Good for that community, it just isn’t my thing.
Him: Lol You’ll just have to find out in person

So we firmed up the plans to meet the next night at 8pm. We picked a place close to my neighborhood as he wanted to make sure I felt comfortable and on my turf/terms. Good, right?

So the next day he messaged me around 5:45pm confirming he was joking about being a furry and to not worry. I wrote back confirming that we are meeting at 8pm (two hours away) and the bar’s name, closed my phone and left work to shower/shave/date prep.

I took my time getting ready, drank wine, and danced around while getting ready. At 7:30pm I checked Tinder to see if he messaged back/re-confirmed the date and y’all the boy unmatched me. Blocked. Out of sight. Straight up GONE.

Did he show my profile to his friends/roommates and they said “ew gross, ditch her”? Did he chicken out after all that talk of taking me to Pound Town? Too much pressure? Or was he simply a furry after all?

Tub Tracker

Holiday Bath w/ Pound Town

As you know from the Single Wine Tear, I’m high and in the tub. It’s a holiday so midday bubbles on my day off? God damn beautiful.

But let’s sink in to the latest dilemma: Pound Town Todd. We matched on Tinder months ago, never met IRL, and fell out of touch due to traveling and such. Enter Friday when he messaged me out of the blue. Vibes were still good so we reconnected and by Saturday he was asking me what I was looking for on the app. Me? Anything. Pound Town Todd? Handing out tickets to Pound Town.

So after some laughs and me ultimately replying “I’m not not interested.” here we are and he’s ready to meet up. And I’m nervous and scared, reflecting in the tub.

Should I go for it?