It started out great, then the drinks kept coming
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.
Jimmy was hoping for a connection, but Kristin wanted a drinking competition.