It was a rainy Thursday night in NYC and typically I would’ve called it a night after my friend’s charity event at The Royal in the East Village but Tinder “A” just looked so cute and the conversation was enlightening enough for a spontaneous beverage. Thank God I only agreed to one drink as he looked NOTHING like his pictures when he walked into the Alphabet City speakeasy, Pouring Ribbons. The bar was adorable, he was not. This was like Jonah Hill walking in, instead of Paul Rudd.

The conversation was bearable and he wasn’t horribly unattractive but I was turned off by his lack of looking like his pictures and then even though he was eight months younger than me, he looked eight years older than me. He had just gotten off work. Finance industry of course, and showed up in a suit. But, looked five years old and fifty pounds heavier than his Tinder pictures. #tinderfail.

Upon being asked if I wanted a second glass of red wine, I politely declined and legitimately blamed my juice cleanse I had done earlier in the week for making me a tad tipsy, which I was. I should have just gone home prior to this because I got stuck on the L train due to a passenger walking in the subway tunnel. “If you’re going to kill yourself don’t do it on my time,” said a disgruntled passenger in my subway car. It was a sensitive night, I suppose.

The night still felt young for me. I had been talking to this one guy, Jazz Man, for a few days and he had initially invited me out for his post concert party for Thursday night but I respectfully declined as I felt that was a little much to meet him and his fellow orchestra and show members right away. So after surviving the suicide L train and taking a Local 4 train (rough … I’m taking the MTA subways not working in my favor that neither of these guys are meant to be) I met up with Jazz Man after his party. His idea.

We met on OkCupid initially and had so much in common. Musicians, Catholics, close to family etc. I also appreciated his responsiveness in messages and questions. I “Wow’d” him with my questions of “alto, tenor or bari” when he told me he played the saxophone. Little did he know I played the French horn for 12 years and jazz trumpet for six years. I met him out at The Jeffrey on E 60th with one of his friends and we had a good time over a drink. The bar closed early, around 2am, so we headed out with plans to meet today, Friday. We shall see if I follow through as I’m obviously tired from being out late for Thirsty Thursday and I’m not sure Jazz Man is my type. Besides music, we may not have much more in common. At least he was well represented in his pictures on OkCupid and I didn’t get catfished twice in one night. Looking back, I should have just gone to Otto’s Tacos for a fish taco instead of the two dates.