Category Archives: First Move

The One With the Firefighter

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For whatever reason, I seem to get a lot of “Tinder Virgins”. Yes, I did just make this term up. It means, I’m the first girl that a guy meets off Tinder. I’m not sure how I get this lucky, but I get a lot of first timers. I’m glad I can set the bar high for them. HA! Because they are in for a rude awakening on their next tinder date(s) because I am the closest thing to normal they are going to find.

Anyways, the Firefighter. I met him on a Wednesday night at a bar for a drink between our houses. He lives about an hour from my place. It was the week of Halloween and everyone’s schedules were packed. But we agreed on just a quick meeting.  When I saw him the first thing I noticed was that he was quite handsome. I was addicted to his smile. You know, those people who have a smile that makes you smile? That was him. We hit it off pretty well. We talked about life and dating. You know, the basics. When we left, he walked me out to my car and opened my door for me. He didn’t even try to kiss me goodbye. He just gave me a hug and said that he would love to take me out to dinner next week.

We needed up not going to dinner later in the week. Instead, I saw him the next day! He was going to a country bar with his best friend and best friend’s gf to dance. He invited me along to join them. I met them at the bar and we had the best night. I got along great with the other girl and she kept telling me how much she liked seeing me with him. We stayed out until 2am. It was cold out that night as it was late October. When it was time to leave, the firefighter offered to drop me off at my car so the four of us could leave the bar together. He pulled up next to my car and we both got out of his truck to say goodbye. But before he opened my car door, he pinned me against it car and kissed me. Like REALLY kissed me. **Swoon** This man, I was addicted.

The following day, Friday, he invited me up to his place for a Halloween party. That means that I would be seeing him three days in a row. What?! That never happens. I agreed but told him that I had a wedding the following day so I would have to drive home early the next morning. I drove up to his place that night for his party. Let me tell you, it was SO much fun. His friends were awesome. They all loved me, I loved them and it was great. He was kind, attentive, and still gave me attention even around all of his friends.

The next morning rolled around and I got up early so I could drive an hour home, shower, drive and hour or two into the mountains the other direction to make it to one of my close friends’ wedding. I leaned in to kiss him goodbye, and my stomach sank. For whatever reason I knew that this was the last time that I was going to see him. Not because I wouldn’t put in the effort, just because my gut never lies.

I went to the wedding and had a great time with my friends celebrating a beauitful couple. And you know what?! I was right. I never heard from him that day or any day after. I reached out to him a few times the in following week, and no response. Am I surprised? No, because this seems to be a common occurrence. Was I sad? Of course! It sucks meeting someone you think you click with and then you never hear from them again. Can’t dwell on it though.

NEXT!

The One With The Dud And The Hot Shot

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This one may get a little confusing, but I’m going to do my best to keep things clear for you. Let’s start from the beginning.

My friends and I were all out on a Sunday for NFL football. It was the AFC and NFC championship weekend. We all got pretty tanked at the first bar watching the AFC championship as the Broncos defeated the Patriots. We moved onto a second bar for the NFC championship and thats where I met the Hot Shot. He was actually our server at the second bar. He works there over the winter and is a Hot Shot Firefighter over the summer. Given we were all pretty drunk, all I could really remember was that he was short and cute. But I didn’t care how short he was, he had a great smile.

You see, the bar the Hot Shot works at is close to my work. I tend to go there a lot after work with my co workers or to meet up with random guys that I’m meeting for the first time. I went over to the bar with a co worker the following week. He came up and talked to me. He remembered me and my friends from last sunday. I made a $20 bet with him on who was going to win the SuperBowl.

SuperBowl week rolls around and I am going to meet a random guy at the bar that the Hot Shot works at. The guy I met up with was a Dud. He couldn’t hold a conversation. Not to mention during our texting conversations prior to us meeting, he was very risqué. It was quite annoying and a huge red flag. But regardless, I decided to give him a chance because why not!? He was attractive, ginger and a country boy. We all know how much I love Gingers. We sat down and ordered a beer. And what do you know– Hot Shot happens to spot me and gives me a little wave that only I can see. My attention was now on the Hot Shot and not the Dud I was sitting with.

The Hot Shot came up to talk to me and the Dud while we were having a beer. He was telling us about the deals they had going on for the SuperBowl that weekend. The Hot Shot also explained to the Dud that we had a bet going on for who was going to win. I asked the Hot Shot when he was working again so I could collect my money. He told me he was working Monday after the SuperBowl. During this whole conversation, all I was thinking was that I am totally getting the Hot Shot’s number before I leave. He is just so handsome. I had a plan.

After the Dud and I finished our beer, I walked out to the parking lot with him and we said goodbye. Thank God he didn’t try to kiss me because that would of made things worse. I wasn’t into him at all. I got into my car and watched him walk to his truck and drive away. Once the Dud was out of sight, I got back out of my car and walked back into the bar to see the Hot Shot.

I sat down at one of his tables waiting for him to walk out of the kitchen. When he came around the corner he smiled and walked right up to me. He started by saying that he had lied to me because he doesn’t work the day after the SuperBowl. I responded with, “I have a question for you”. My heart was pounding in my chest. Why was I so nervous? I asked if he was single. He responded yes. I then said, “Great, because I find you wildly attractive and I would love to get to know you”. A huge smile spread across his face and he pulled out his phone to get my number. I put my number into his phone and he said that he would text me later. He gave me a hug goodbye, told me that I made his whole night and I left. Best part about this whole thing– when I left, I still didn’t even know his name.

Sometimes the girl has to make the first move.

TO BE CONTINUED.