Cigar Man

Finally, an update! I realize that it has been quite some time since I last updated my blog. It is not from lack of trying! It's hard out there people! Surprisingly, my latest date was from Tinder. Now if you remember my last Tinder date, well, it didn't go so well. If you need a refresher, click here. I've continued to play the Tinder game because, well, you never know and I'm always up for new experiences. So I was a little hesitant when I matched up with someone who actually wanted to go out instead of sending me penis pics.

His schedule is pretty crazy since he is a salesman and he is new to KC. I feel like this is all good information because now he won't be jaded by the crappy dating life that we have here. After several missed attempts at setting up a time to meet (as we know, I'm pretty free during the summer so this was mainly due to his work schedule) we finally went out tonight. I pretty much knew absolutely nothing about him since we had only talked via Tinder, so I figured we had a lot to catch up on. It turns out that he is (as far as I can tell)..........NORMAL. How odd is that? I may have found the ONE normal person that is actually looking for a relationship (and not just a sexual one) on Tinder. I feel like I've struck gold! I never should have doubted you Tinder.....oh wait a minute, yes, I have every reason to doubt you Tinder! But thanks for coming through for me on this one! I can't even write about any weird things that happened on the date because it was just so normal. I've missed having dates with normal people! The oddest thing about him is that he sells cigars. We've already said that we are going to go out again to get BBQ. NORMAL! I am sitting here typing & I can still smell his cologne on my dress. I've missed the smell of men! Maybe I've lowered my standards so much that normal seems amazing. Oh well, normal will do just fine for now!

*UPDATE: Well Mr. Normal may not be so normal after all. After quite a long time in between dates I agreed to drive 45 minutes to his apartment for Date #2. As soon as I walk in, I am greeted to a towering elk in his living room. Yes the elk was dead. Yes the elk was killed by him. Yes the elk was stuffed. Actually it was just half of an elk, but there were rocks at its feet which really added to the ambiance. This elk was so towering, I almost missed the deer head above the couch. There were also deer antlers in another room. So just picture this for a moment: if we were to actually make-out on the couch I would have both an elk & a deer critiquing me! I can't take that kind of pressure. Cigar Man also had Conceal & Carry class to go to the next day AND had recently "won" an African hunting trip in a silent auction. Sorry Mr. NRA, this isn't going to work.  Time of death: The SECOND I saw that elk!