It started out great, then the drinks kept com­ing

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Jimmy is 33, lives down­town, and works in the food in­dus­try. He says “I’m a pretty artis­tic guy who you could clas­sify as a to­tal hip­ster.” Jimmy says “I'm in love with cof­fee, I love thrift store shop­ping, I love craft brew­eries. I ride a fixie. I play in­die mu­sic and love check­ing out up-and-com­ing bands in Toronto.”

Af­ter tex­ting for a bit, Kristin and I met up for some food and drinks. Go­ing in, I didn’t know that much about her, but I did know that we grew up in the same town, we know some of the same peo­ple, in­clud­ing two good friends, and we had a lot of the same in­ter­ests. I was ex­cited for the date. I thought we would have a lot to talk about.

I got a beer, she got a mixed drink, and we or­dered a bunch of food. We spent the next hour learn­ing more about each other and what we were both look­ing for in a re­la­tion­ship. She was a great con­ver­sa­tion­al­ist and I felt so good around her. I was so happy, at first, be­cause I thought that I had found some­one I could con­nect with.

As the night went on, the drinks did as well, and sud­denly the tone of our con­ver­sa­tion took a turn. I have no idea what in par­tic­u­lar set her off. First, she must have no­ticed that I was drink­ing slower than her, and she chal­lenged me, say­ing that she could out­drink me. I thought she was be­ing cute, and took it as a joke, but she kept go­ing at it, very in­sis­tently.

DREAM­STIME PHOTO IL­LUS­TRA­TION

Jimmy was hop­ing for a con­nec­tion, but Kristin wanted a drink­ing com­pe­ti­tion.

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