Stories dating after 50
And then when I kicked him out, he asked me for my Wi-Fi password so he could get an Uber." -Michelle, 24"I matched with a guy on Bumble, and we arranged to meet at a Mexican restaurant.
I see him waiting outside and attempt to quicken my pace (no one wants to awkwardly make eye contact for an entire block)—all the while trying to strut my stuff, of course.
We were sitting at a table in the dining room, and I noticed a bunch of people perched around the bar, watching us.
I was working at a research center for war and genocide at the time, and I guess enough people at the office thought I'd be super depressing, so they made an office pool, March Madness-style.
The guy judged me for yawning and put two more beers in front of me—then he guilt-tripped me for 'making him come out of his way to meet for such a short date.' A few days later—when I hadn't responded to any of his texts or Tinder messages—he texted me and called me out for being 'that rude type of girl who ghosts men for no reason.' Ew." -Shauna, 23"I used to use Ok Cupid, and guys who were way older than me would always message me weird things (one actually propositioned me for a sugar daddy situation). Then he made a big deal about telling me his, which was 50 points higher. He also told me that he got a soccer scholarship at the school where I work, but decided to go to a different college. DENIED with an SAT score waaaaay below what he'd told me!
As I waded through Ok Cupid's endless questions and block of text, I imagined the countless men of New York City setting their age filters to 35 or, gasp, 39, and I wondered if it was true that anyone who didn't accept me as I am isn't worth knowing.
I found out about it because I made some sort of inappropriate joke, and he followed up his laugh with, ' You're about to lose a bunch of people in my office a bunch of money.' I made it about 30 minutes until he started pointing out specific people in the bar and telling me what sort of plans he was going to make with them for us (some many months in advance).
I went into the bathroom, called my roommate, and had her come get me.
Every day he charted his height, weight, what he ate that day, what he weighed, what he read, watched, who he talked to, etc. When I found him on Facebook later that night—after we hooked up—I realized he was cheating on his girlfriend with me. " -Ellen, 22"A group of us went to Miami for spring break, where we used Tinder as a way to figure out where to go each night.
One of my matches, let's call him Alex, seemed nice and helpful—but I never actually met up with him in person.