Hello and happy Thursday. Raise your hand if you’ve had an awkward Tinder experience. I’d certainly need to raise both hands and both feet, and you’ll see why in today’s post.
I originally was going to talk about one awkward Tinder experience, the most recent one, and then I realized that I had two stories I could tell you today, so why not just do it? Like the title says, yes, it involves potential and former bosses, but I assure you, nothing inappropriate happened.
The first story takes place in the magical city of Berlin, where men think it is okay to text an unknown woman asking her to peg them. I was pretty disappointed by my lack of online luck in this city that seems to be oozing hot men. Still, I was doing what I did when I was bored: swiping on Tinder. These men were indeed very hot, but they lacked something for me to really give them my swipe of approval, you know? No profile was standing out to me, that is until I found L’s.
If I were to describe L, I’d say he is the German version of Jason Momoa. Tall, pale, and handsome. He was the CEO of an afterschool I worked at in university and a few months after I’d finished my subjects and was awaiting graduation. To clarify, I was working in Colombia. That’s where I met L. And even though L was super hot, I think I was way past the stupid crush stage at that point and didn’t really care for him. We had a heart-to-heart before I left that company to work at a school, and after that, I didn’t see him again.
I then found out that soon after I’d left, the company completely changed and L, among other foreigners, had left as well. I had heard from someone that L was in Mexico, but I didn’t confirm this information because I wasn’t really interested in reaching out. During my summer in Berlin, I found out that we were actually in the same city. How do I know? Because I was swiping on Tinder, I found his profile. I took a screenshot and sent it to a friend who knew him and she said I should totally swipe right. I didn’t, not because I didn’t actually find him yummy or because I wasn’t curious, but honestly I was a bit afraid of the awkwardness if we matched (or my disappointment if we didn’).
Nothing was as awkward as what happened to me a few months ago. You know that I have been active on online dating apps for years now, but I have been able to separate that with other aspects of my life, such as my job. Sure, sometimes I will find someone I know on Tinder, but I’ll just swipe left and carry on with my life. There are some profiles that belong to people I don’t know but that become memorable.
I remember this profile of a very white guy that said: “my name is J, and I am from Chocó.” Now, Chocó is a department in Colombia that is mostly black. This guy was clearly a foreigner and thought that his joke was funny. I thought it was plain dumb, so I swiped left. This didn’t stop me from remembering him. Also, I’m pretty sure I saw him on Tinder and Bumble, so double the effect.
I clearly remember this tagline because it literally was the same introduction a guy gave me…at a job interview. I kid you not. The guy who would be my boss approached me, shook my hand, and said: “hi, I’m J and I’m from Chocó.” I don’t know if he recognized me the way I had him, or if maybe he saw in my facial expression that I knew him from somewhere, but I can tell you, from the beginning, that interview went to shit.
Something that you probably don’t know about me is that I sweat a lot. I don’t mean that my armpits sweat, I mean my face, my palms, my back, the back of my knees. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s not pretty. Guess who opened the waterworks at the job interview with J, the Tinder guy? I don’t know if I went on first-date mode or what, but I could tell that I was failing miserably. Of course, at that moment I thought how awkward it would be to actually get that job and have that guy as my boss. I would have been forced to delete my Tinder and Bumble accounts. Yes, those are the things that go through my mind.
I ended up not getting the job and I think it was for the better, but at least this whole mess resulted in a funny story to tell you. Has something similar happened to you? Let me know in the comments below.
Love, Miss Camila