For those that don’t know (or are pretending not to know) what tinder is: it is an app that syncs with your Facebook profile. There you upload a few photos, a short bio and are able to see eligible (I use this term loosely) singles. Swipe left if you aren’t interested and right if you are. From there, if you are brave enough to have a conversation…feel free.
In a town like Nashville, you constantly see people you know or may have previously dated on the app. In Los Angeles, you constantly see the craziest looking people you have ever seen in your life.
I’ll be honest. I have downloaded tinder on my phone maybe 6 times. I keep it for a few weeks and then delete it. I get bored by the mundane conversations and am never really interested enough to meet anyone. I have friends that have their serious significant others from tinder. I usually chicken out and never want to meet anyone.
I’ve seen 20/20. I know how people die on dates like this. I also went on one online date before (more on that later) and it was so painful that I think I have a bad taste in my mouth from online dating/blind dates in general.
And then I met Tom. His profile was the right balance of fun and serious. This guy clearly has a sense of humor, a great job, and it would appear as though he was the best man in a wedding that delivered a speech everyone around him enjoyed. (You can tell a lot by people’s pictures). We both swiped right and a witty conversation ensued.
We talked about our careers. We talked about the times we both lived in Colorado, college football, surviving a zombie apocalypse, hiking, holiday traditions, the works. We even quoted You’ve Got Mail together. Finally Tom felt as though I had spent enough time talking to him that I deserved dinner on his dime. How can you argue with this? I was actually on board. The tinder gods were smiling on me. Maybe I will find true love through a location-based app! I could see our little children running around getting a piggyback ride from their father as I looked up from the press release I was writing to smile at them. My future was beginning!
Picking a yummy, and very public sandwich spot in LA, we met for a Monday night dinner. I’ll be honest, my voice got a little shaky when we first met. Was I what he expected? Was our fun banter going to continue over dinner? 5 minutes into it and we were back on the same page. We were laughing, telling jokes and tinder horror stories. I was beginning to see that Tom was a catch.
When we finished dinner he suggested we walk next door to The Grove to see the Christmas lights. As we walked around we bumped into a couple Tom knew pushing a baby around. He awkwardly introduced me (I mean, what is the protocol for something like this on a tinder date?) and then the couple began to make small chit chat. I kind of spaced out at this moment. My mind wandered to thinking about how cute their baby was, to how cute the boots in that store window are, to when/if I would see Tom again. And then I snapped out of it as I caught on to a few key words Tom and his friends discussed. Temple…Mission…etc. Oh? This guy is religious. I am too most days. I knew I needed to know more.
As the couple said their goodbyes, Tom and I continued our walk around The Grove. I then learned, that as an active Mormon, Tom knew that couple from church. Or was it temple? I have no idea. He revealed he is pretty active in his faith, which I have no judgment over at all. However as Tom began to tell me stories about never having a sip of alcohol to his time commitments to church, I knew this was it for us.
HOW DID I MANGAGE TO FIND THE ONLY MORMON ON TINDER? Are Mormons even allowed to be on the app? Don’t they have special underwear? He was never going to approve of my love of red wine and tendency to partake in spirits and go dancing with my girlfriends. In fact, my mind raced back to our earlier conversations at dinner. He actually congratulated me for not having a slutty bikini picture on my profile like all the other tinder girls. This guy swiped right because I was covered up (which we can thank my debutante past for). Duh, Shannon Leigh. True love never happens this easily.
We casually continued our walk back to our cars and I knew this was it. I think Tom knew it too. A few witty texts and we left the conversations in the dust. A few days later over a nice big glass of wine, I deleted tinder again.