lilD is taking 30 days to see if you can really use Tinder for more than a hookup! Why were there guns??
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After 2 dates in a row with guys who live with their parents, I’m starting to get a little frustrated. But I said I would spend 30 days as an experiment, so I will.
Today I went on a date with a 35 year old. Forgive me, but that’s a little old for me. But I’m open-minded. Since meeting a 30 year old who lives with his mom, maybe I need an older man who has his life together.
This Tinder Guy said he wanted to take me somewhere out of the norm, somewhere adventurous. I was down, as long as it wasn’t off the ground and didn’t involve snakes. Heights and reptiles that can kill me are my only fears in life. He assured me it wouldn’t be, so I was game.
We met in a parking lot at a shopping center, and he drove me to this “adventure.” Don’t worry; I had the location on, on my iPhone. Ain’t nobody trying to die.
So we drove for what seemed like hours, but finally wound up at the destination: a gun range! I can’t lie; for a second, I was worried if he was going to shoot me. But he didn’t.
I get out his truck, and he pulls out a HUGE shotgun and a box of bullets from behind the seat. I don’t even know where it came from!!
So anyway. We get inside the gun range, and get our targets, and he asked me, “have you ever shot a gun before?” I started to look at him like he was high, but then I remembered he didn’t know me.
I didn’t wanna look like a super thug, so I said “um….a couple times.”
Yea, so….that’s a lie. I grew up hunting deer and all kinds of other animals. I’m from Louisiana; we’re born with liquor and guns in our hands.
At first I thought the gun range was a great idea, but then I realized it was stupid. Even with those huge headphones on, I could hear all the other people shooting guns, and we certainly couldn’t hear each other.
We got our targets back, and he looked at me like I was Rambo when all my shots were accurately on the head of the target. (I was secretly making sure I aimed correctly, because I wanted him to know I’m nothing to play with…lol)
So after we were done, I literally couldn’t hear anything. I know I was yelling, but it’s because all the gunshots messed up my hearing. I had a good time, so I was going to suggest we hang out somewhere more quiet next time, but before I could, he asked me on a second date: to another gun range.
I ask if we can go somewhere more quiet, so we can actually talk and get to know each other. He said “the gun range is really the only place I like to go to. Well you could come over my house and we could talk. I like to take apart my guns and put them back together.” At this point, I was NOT feeling safe around him with that shotgun in the backseat. So I had to make an executive decision.
I texted my homegirl and told her to call me ASAP. Then I got off the phone and pretended that my friend’s baby was sick, and she was upset and wanted me to come with her to the hospital, and she was coming to pick me up from the gun range, because she lives up the street.
Phew!
Chile he’s crazy.
On to Day 21…
