So I've been dating someone since I moved to LA and we finally and officially broke up last week. So you know what that means... I am BACK ON TINDER. Let the good times roll. Because my ex was was 30 going on 15 years old, I decided to try something new, a 40 year old. 40 year olds are men right?! I need a man dammit.
So I find a cute 40 year old on Tinder and we chat a little bit via Tinder and text and he seems really cool. He was a pro skateboarder and now he produces skateboarding videos for a legit company. We had good text banter and decide to meet the next night for a drink.
A half hour before our date he called me.... Yup, called me... and he seemed funny and sounded cute and I got really excited. He also offered to pick me up, but i told him I didn't want him to know where I lived just in case he would try to kill me in my sleep if our date didn't go well, but the offer was sweet.
I get to the bar and he's already ordered his drink but didn't take a sip because he was waiting for me to get there and cheers him. Cute! So I order my drink and.... he lets me pay for it. Woof. He's 40 and he let me pay for my drink. Okay, fine.
We are having good conversation,. he's cute, we are getting cozy and it's time for drink two... he says, "Hey I'll get this round, but you're getting the next one... it's 2014 right?". And there may have been a wink in there. Yea, I think he winked.
Then he asks me where I live exactly. I tell him that I live next door to the Standard Hotel and from their pool you can actually look across the street and see my gym. He had recently been to the Standard and remembers the gym and that's when he dropped the bomb of dating-stories gold.
He says, "Oh that's your gym. Nice! I go to 24 hour fitness but I only joined the gym because I live out of my car a lot and I use the gym to shower and use the bathroom."
Did you get that? He lives in his car.
"How often do you live in your car?" I ask.
"Well, this one time for a year... then one time for 6 months.... and then a few more months recently and then I moved into my place in April. You should come over sometime, we usually have a kiddie pool on the roof but we emptied it and now there's water in our ceiling and walls. Woops, I was supposed to call the landlord about that. But yea, I live in my car sometimes."
"Check please. Don't worry John, I'll get this round."
So I let him drive me home because he was homeless yet harmless.... the car was nice and much cleaner than I had expected. A 2008 Prius that smelled like new.
"Wow, you'd never know you've lived so long in this car."
"Yea I'm very clean, Lindsey. I have it together".
25, 40, 30... I guess age doesn't really mean a thing.