Another day, another online-dating experience. One editor already shared her Tinder nightmare, so this next amusing adventure comes courtesy of Hinge. From what I've heard, Hinge is very Tinder-esque — I haven't been on Tinder, so I can only go by what others have said. Every day at noon, you get a batch of eligible bachelors/bachelorettes connected to you via mutual Facebook friends, common workplaces, or friends of friends. If you mutually "heart" someone from the batch, you get your own private chat to take things from there. Got it? Great.
I'd been messaging via Hinge and texting with this guy for a few weeks. Our schedules finally aligned, so we decided to meet up one afternoon. What I thought would be a lovely outing quickly turned into one of the weirdest, most entertaining experiences of my dating career — dating is a career, people. Now, I'm 100 percent aware that I'm not perfect. I have flaws, too — I rarely make my bed, spend way too much money on clothes, and have a difficult time deciphering between recycling and composting — but I do know better than to offer anyone over the age of 5, especially when on a first date, a tall glass of milk.
Before we get into the nitty-gritty, I'd like to note that I've been on a handful of enjoyable, normal Hinge dates since "Milkgate 2014." All right, here we go . . .