Are You My Tinder Date?
I was in Prague for my third visit about two months ago. I was sitting at a wine bar people watching and enjoying the tastes of Prague.
In walks a young man decked out in a really nice suit – he waved at me.
I’m a super friendly gal so I waved back.
He walked on over and said hi – I asked him how he liked the city, when he got to the city, what sites he’s seen…typical tourist questions.
He sat down and started to sweat because he was so nervous.
20 min went by when a lady walked up to us and said “Robert is that you?”. He looked at me – then back at her – then back at me and said…
“You’re not my tinder date?”
“No, no I’m not.” I replied.
I was wearing workout attire, hair in a messy pony, was rocking tennis shoes, and was carrying a big freaking backpack- I have no clue how he thought I was his date.
I wished them both a pleasant evening and left. Poor Robbie!