Alcoholic Stories #11: Me, drinking and dating. A psycho stalker off Tinder.

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Now, after being traumatized by my previous internet dating experience I've been pretty cautious about meeting women off the internet. This applies to phones, duh. But few years pass, being out of prison and my social circle has shrunken to males-only level (just a reminder that women, especially mentally unstable women, are bad drinking companionship) I sure felt lonely every now and then. So I thought I’d give Tinder a shot. Now, I’m not really much of a looker and admitting that I am far from perfect, my standards aren’t too high, but mysteriously I still got a fair share of matches, fairly easily.

I don’t put in too much effort, most of the time I’m too buzy drinking anyway, I talk with a few and eventually set a date with this one girl on a friday night, in a bar. Didn’t pay too much attention to her profile, as I was probably wasted when I swiped her right, but she didn’t look too bad. In case I get bored, then it would be easy to bail and go drinking elsewhere. The last thing she told me through phone, before we met, was that it’s okay if I don’t recognize her, I had no idea what she meant by that, but that should’ve been the first red flag. We meet up and indeed she’s right, I do not recognize her. She looks nothing like her pictures. Oh what a surprise. I must’ve thought to myself that this must be the norm in the world of internet dating, uh.

She’s… uh, not very memorable looks-wise. Slightly out of shape, but okayish face. Within 5 minutes of arriving to the bar I conclude that we have exactly 0 mutual interests. So I do what I do best and start hammering down drinks. A lot of drinks. The date was weird, boring and I was confident that we would part our ways soon enough. In fact I was so bored that I was trying to do run on all available cocktails on the menu. Till one moment she notices that I’m becoming really sleepy, just got that look in my eyes and she proposed a taxi to her place. Being wasted and very surprised, I was completely okay with that, been a long time from my last score anyway.

Next morning I wake up with a nasty hangover and head home. Doesn’t take more than few hours until she starts bombarding my phone with calls, so I eventually pick up and ask what’s the matter? She gets straight to point if this was a one night thing or we could stay talking. For some weird reason I agreed with the latter.

We don’t talk much because I’m quite busy, but I casually stay at her place, we’re both pretty happy. I’ve made it pretty clear that I’m not interested in a relationship and she agrees. I stop going to her place too often because I’m busy drinking as always and working, recently being promoted to a sales manager and what not. She’s compensating a lot for our lack of mutual interests, she’s always buying me stuff, drinks, food, giving me massage etc, while I try not to accept these things, sometimes the alco-demon in me gets the better of me.

But then out of nowhere she flips out, starts wanting to introduce me to her family, to meet everyday, just hang out. Scaring the living hell out of me. So I straight out told her we should cancel this thing. Immediately. She didn’t take it too well, in fact she started phone-terrorizing me on my personal- and work phone, about 20 calls a day and 10 texts a day. I blocked her everywhere I could.

Fast forward a few months and I’m at my favorite bar with a friend, just happens to be the same bar we were on a date with. And she’s there. Freaking alone. And notices me and just keeps staring at me from distance. I left that place, ASAP, because I'm not one for drama. Thought that was a weird coincidence, but the same thing happened 2 weeks later. I’m so glad she never found out where I live (only few blocks from her’s place) but now I stopped going to that bar at all. I still get occasional texts from her how she misses me etc… But damn. At first I bothered to tell her she deserves someone who cares and that I’m just not available, but she just couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

Geez, and I thought I was damaged. Again, mixed feelings - surely I could've handled it better, but was scared af.

What did I learn from my Tinder date? Don’t get wasted on your dates. It’s expensive. Financially and mentally.

Me, drinking and dating. Not a good match.