He gladly obliged and texted the driver and sure enough within minutes he responded saying he could be over within 20 minutes.
“So we got the check (he paid) and headed out to meet the Uber driver who was there, joint in hand, which he not only sold it to us, but ended up letting us take on a free ride.
We conversed over Tinder for a bit, but then things got ‘serious’ and we quickly moved to texting.
He would half ask me out for a drink and I would half inquire about his wife (apparently it was an open relationship where either could sleep with other people).
We made eye contact from across the way -- he was just as cute as his pictures – which doesn’t always happen.
He made his way over and embraced me in a warm hug.
I was half-tempted to go see if she was alright, but sat back and let her be until she got out of her car and approached my front gate.
In disarray, she explained how her phone had just died and she was trying to meet up with someone nearby but couldn’t remember the exact address and asked if she could charge her phone inside my place.
She sat there for a few minutes too long and looked quite frazzled.
I heard from him a time or two after, went on another date, but nothing more ever came of it, because nothing ever really does these days.” “Without a doubt one of my proudest dating stories involves my best friend and a C-list celebrity.
We were at The Den after a drunken Taco Tuesday at Pink Taco, and we were sitting at one of the tables outside wreaking havoc on the place since it was pretty much empty except for our group.
He then proceeded to say that anytime he needed one he should take down his number and call him up.
Naturally out of curiosity, I said let’s try it out.