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I swiped on Nicholas because of his pompadour of blonde hair, and profile that confidently stated, “I like traveling the world, breaking hearts, and having my heart broken”. Upon meeting him I realized I had arranged a date with a not yet self-aware gay male. His accent I had no problem placing, as I grew up in California. His clothing was peppered sweetly with masculine, yet feminine detail. The way he folded his legs, arranged himself delicately at our table, I knew I was in the wrong place with a handsome phony. He met me for coffee because he was a lush and stopped drinking ‘a while back’. I got there early because I don’t like committing to staying longer than I need to, I can buy my own drink and be ready to mingle as son as they arrive. He got there late. Thirty minutes late. But like I said, he was handsome and he looked like he took care of himself. I’ve had an unfortunate past of dating men who don’t take care of themselves.  He spoke at length about poetry and Prague...

I swiped right on Graham because his pictures were equally split between hanging off rocks in Yosemite, and dancing with a real big smile at a few different weddings. He had my personal check list of beard, cute hair, Christian box checked, and looked goofy and fun. One thing I can’t get over here in Dallas, and maybe this is true for other southern states, is how many young people dress like their a dad. Strangely crisp khaki, boat shoes, polo shirts, weird sunglasses that double for lake days, and these heinously gaudy gold college rings. If a guy has a college ring on, he might even have a Jack White shirt on but believe me, that’s the only t-shirt he owns. Unless he kept his pledge shirts, in which case just throw in the towel, throw the whole date away. Graham was sporting a clean shaven baby face, because apparently you can only grow a beard on vacation, and was wearing a yellow and blue striped polo shirt that looked to be 14 years old. I would never...

I swiped right on Bo because he was cute. He looked tall, had a thin face that hid behind a strong well kept beard.  It matched his long hair, that deep type of red color that wanted to be brown but was still an honest red. His eyes looked kind and sweet, and he seemed to be very fashion forward. Dark denim jackets and crafts made leather shoes, tailored shirts. Even in hiking photos, he seemed to be outfitted personally by Mr. Patagonia. The only negative that stood out to me in his profile was a note at the end that said while he liked his family, he was not family orientated. We met at a bookshop that had a small bar inside. The Wild Detectives is a wonderful first date spot. It’s in a converted craftsman house, it has the types of nooks and crannies you’d want to sit in as you get to know your date. I found parking easily and escorted myself to the bar. It’s become custom for me to meet all of my dates early and at the bar, even if we agreed on dinner. I can buy...