This was another tindr date. We had been texting for a week and it was flirty and fun. So we agreed to finally meet.

Unfortunately this wasn’t as awesome as the Sunday Hookup. I guess we get one of those at least in our life.

I picked a favorite sushi place in the mission. He has a motorcycle and suggested a ride after dinner so I brought my gear with me but left it in the car.

I park and walk around the block to the restaurant.

A first – he is already there.

He is not as tall as expected and much meeker than expected.

And a deal breaker – bad teeth – big turn off for me.

He seems nice enough but really only into sports.

We have dinner and forced conversations – texting was better – spicier.
The whole evening feels a bit awkward.

But we decide to take the motorcycle ride after dinner. I don’t think he is very experienced or at least never rides with passengers. I have to tell him how I have to get on. I thank my sister for that – since she lectures me up one side and another on the proper form for a passenger to load an unload off the motorcycle.

We rode up to twin peaks – such a great view – and spend a little time up there chatting. Then we head back down to my car.

He says goodbye with a big hug. I do not want to kiss him.
There are no sparks, no chemistry from my side and I am relieved when I get to my car and know it’s over.