So this is the story all about how I almost blew it with a beautiful girl I met on tinder. Figured it belongs here instead of online-dating age.
Connected with this girl back in late November/early December, she's younger (25), has a similar line of work (I'm a scientist, she's a pre-med research assistant). Took forever for her to respond to after our first conversation, so I thought she'd lost interest. We finally connect again around New Years. Says she doesn't really "date" - she was in a 7 year relationship all through HS & college, then went out with a guy she met on Tinder for about 9 months before he moved away. I use reverse psychology, and ask her if that means she won't go out for drinks with me if I ask. She eventually comes around to it, and I invite her out for cocktails. I offer to drive, but she says she can drive herself. Didn't think anything of it.
The day of, there's snow everywhere (we're close to Boston), and after chatting a while, we decide to meet up at a different spot closer to her, a hookah bar. She's a little late due to the shit weather, but eventually finds parking. We meet, and we have a really fun chat over a shared hookah and some drinks. She's a smokeshow (half Colombian), funny, we talk goofy science stuff, we're into the same kind of music, we both like to salsa, we both like Netflix marathons, you know, usual first date stuff. We got along so well, we decided go to a hotel lounge (that I recommended) downtown to go dancing. Because she's been drinking, and will continue to do so, we grab an Uber to go downtown, with the plan that she'll cab back at the end of the night and pick up her car in the morning.
We show up at the lounge around midnight, and she immediately challenges me to do a shot of tequila. Now, I'm really having fun. The music kicks in, we start dancing, and few drinks later, we start making out. We take off about 1:30, and I offer to pay for her Uber home, and then hop in one later for myself. She says she's called her friend to pick her up, so I don't have to bother. We alternate between sloppily making in the foyer and running outside to see if the uber I called arrived yet. Guy finally arrives, I ask her if she's sure she doesn't want a ride, she says naw, I kiss her goodbye and jump in the cab. I text her when I get home, telling her I had a great time, and she texts me back saying the same.
Everything's peachy right? I message her again this past Monday, and she's
livid. Apparently she lost her jewelry in the hotel. I'm like, "That's weird, I never noticed you take it off." She says that, after I left her behind, her friend was really late showing up, and the hotel staff tried to kick her out, and while she was rushing to use the restroom, she left them in there. She was the last person there, she was afraid she was going to get mugged or raped, and the only reason they didn't throw her out after closing time is because it was lethally cold out.
At this point, I feel terrible. I apologize, but she insists that I wasn't being a jerk by not waiting for her ride to show up, and she's convinced that I'm not a gentleman, and she only dates gentlemen.
We don't talk again for the rest of the week, so I'm convinced that I somehow managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, the biggest L of my year long online dating career.
So I send her this message this afternoon as a bit of closure:
Her response? She thanked me, and said that she did enjoy herself, and that she thought I was a good person too. So I jumped out on a limb and asked her out again, this time to something more lowkey (dinner), with the promise that I'll drive this time, wherever we go.
She said yes.

So we have date 2 coming up sometime in the next few weeks (I'm going to try and avoid the trappings of V-Day).
So, TL

R, blew a great date with bad post-date etiquette, salvaged it by the skin of my teeth by getting down on hands and knees. I don't think I've ever done something so humble for a girl I barely know. I think she left quite an impression on me, I actually feel lucky to have this second chance. I'll keep you guys posted.
Yeah, it's the preferred method. Vanilla texting, FB Messenger, Snapchat, Whatsapp, gchat. A (different) girl called me this week from tinder and I was legit shook.