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This was my first experience with Travel Mode on Bumble. I was here for it. Short-term gain, no long-term pain. Let’s just get it on!
Early in that work week, I’d matched with The Rancher and our convo was interesting; mildly at best. He was in my city many weeks a month to wine & dine clients and check in on his local staff. I figured – if he was interesting enough, I’d consider visiting Texas several times a year. I do love me some cowboys!
We’d arranged to meet for a date downtown at his fancy-shmancy hotel, on a school night. It was late as I accommodated his client’s dinner timing. All good though! Flexibility is key sometimes in this online dating world.
I waited for his text to confirm the date was still on. The Date Was On!
(at this point I’d wished I’d been more optimistic about the
possibility of the date because I hadn’t showered or shaved or anything). Alas, I managed to put myself together quickly and for whatever goddamn reason, I opted for this heinous red-checked plaid flannel blouse. I think sub-consciously I was going for the token Cowgirl look, but clearly missing the Daisy Duke cut-off shorts and cute lace-up boots.
So two things happened on that date that had never happened before for me.
I did NOT have sex.
and
He did NOT look like his picture.
I pulled up to the hotel and of course I opted for Valet. I stood awkwardly outside the hotel revolving doors, waiting for this Night in Shining Armour. I see a man walking purposefully through the lobby and I just knew it was him. Immediately. Maybe his look of determination and false confidence? All I knew was….. UH OH. This is NOT the guy in the pics. Not even a little bit.
So…I hugged him hello (I’m not an asshole) and he paid for my Valet. Only the Valet Guy was nowhere to be found so I remedied that situation myself.
We go to the hotel bar and there’s a work convention monopolizing most of the bar but we find a spot. We are definitely sizing each other up and I am TRYING to be attracted to this guy.
I am not. Like not even a little bit.
We had a couple glasses of wine and talked about bizness and entrepreneur shit and it was interesting. However, in the back of my mind I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to make a mad dash to my truck…because this girl was NOT going up to his fancy-shmancy room.
And I didn’t!
Quick hug goodbye. He paid for everything – definitely a gentleman and no room key was exchanged.
Keep your saddle oiled and your gun greased!
