Tinder date hijack

Watching the Warriors Celtics with a tall can of miller life at a mission district dive bar. Living the high life obviously. Reaching, searching for a hook for my beat up jacket. it’s one seat to the left but I don’t want to move. I put it there and stay put.

A stylish, pretty brunette walks into the bar looking like a hair stylist from next door. she sits down next to me and reaches for the hook (that my jacket’s on). I interject.

“hey sorry, there wasn’t a hook for my spot, so i used that one, hopefully that’s ok?”

“oh is someone sitting here?”

“nope.”

“well we can share the hook!”

“that would be great! Thank you.”

“what’s on the tv you’re watching?”

“oh it’s the Warriors vs. the Celtics, a big game.”

“who are you rooting for?”

I’m wearing a bright gold warriors t-shirt. “I’m going for the warriors.”

Honestly, distracted, I’m not really paying attention to the game while still trying not say too many words to this lady, as that tends to be where things go wrong.

“are you a hairdresser next door?”

“no.”

“sorry, you look the part and my roommate says his friend, Claudia, works there and often stops by here for a drink with co-workers after her shift.”

“I’m actually in the market for a new salon. I’m new here. Just moved from NYC.”

“Oh wow, I used to live there. small world.” It isn’t a small world.

Things are going well but I am wondering who the IPA she ordered is for because she has bourbon for herself.

It’s for Dave. He finally shows up half an hour late to claim his IPA and cute tinder date.

A word of advice for the gentleman of tinder: do not make your tinder date wait. That is for the girl to do. It is a rude thing to do in a situation that is already terrifying for the female. My sister, my best friend, got stood up on a tinder date and the guy had the nerve to ask her out again. Fuck that dude.

I digress. Conversation with lady is halted as her and Dave get to know each other. He mentions something about the lame bar he wanted to go to because it’s near his place. Next word of advice: let the girl pick the place. For the women: pick a place that is close to your apartment for a quick getaway if need be. Maybe even a place with a bartender you know who can help give the dude the boot if shit gets weird.

Dave, out of nowhere, “Do you want to shoot pool?”
His date, “No.”
“Sorry, was just trying to suggest something to do aside from sitting here at the bar.”

Her drink is nearing completion and his beer is hardly touched. weird.

They end up settling on putting songs on the jukebox. fair play.

Warriors game is getting close to finishing up and I have a bday party to attend, cutting it a little close actually. But I’m still distracted by the tinder date.

Turns out Dave is from Cleveland lol. Cavs fan. LeBron fan. I guess I didn’t want to to steal His Tinder date because that’s bad karma or something. I think I just changed my mind. There is no harm in giving his date my phone number. She’s new to the city and looking for recommendations. I have those. Anywho, I find some sort of opening and mention (to the both of them) my friend’s bday is a little later at Sea Room if they aren’t up to anything, looking to meet/hang with cool folks. I don’t think Dave heard as he’s in his own world, seeming smitten with cute date. She however, seems interested. I have her take down my phone number which I think Dave witnesses. I take off and bid them good evening.

An hour or so later I receive a text:

“Michael! Where is the bday party?”

I relay the deets.

“Well we are gonna come for a drink. Me (Katelyn...hi!) and Roxie. :)”

(Dave is not here, man.)