Last night I went on a late, somewhat brief, but really good Bumble date (11:40pm -1:40am). We first started talking last week and I had been annoyed with his abrupt ending of conversations, but I’m starting to think that’s just how he texts. I’m going to chalk it up to his being in the Army and maybe not having had the opportunity to develop a girl-texting repertoire. That’s right, he’s in the Army but actually seems very nice and normal and funny. We got a drink while I adorably bombarded him with army questions, and then we went to his apartment around the corner to smoke and watch the Master of None pilot (your tax dollars are getting this guy—and me—high!). I left promptly to preserve my coy mystery, but not before sharing a very good goodnight kiss (technically twice).
Things of note:
- When we were leaving the bar and when I was leaving his apartment, he held out/helped me get into my coat. I have NEVER experienced that before. Makes Party Gent look like a mannerless neanderthal.
- He is equally as obsessed with Burt’s Bees chapstick as I am, and also has to have it on him at all times!
- He’s a Yankees fan and I’m a Red Sox fan, so there’s a chance this could end up being a forbidden love story.
He texted me a few minutes after I left to say that he had a “great time” and to let him know when I got home. I did, but in true Army Spy fashion (a friend and I came up with that name out of frustration and suspicion earlier this week, but I’m sticking with it because it makes him sound cool) he chose not to respond. I guess I’ll just wait to see when I hear from him next!