I’ve met all types on Tinder in D.C. Economists from the BLS, economists from the Fed, defense contractors, fellows at the State Department, chefs… and ex-Mormon lawyers. Ok, so maybe just one ex-Mormon lawyer (how many could there be in this city?).
Patrick’s photos told me he was well traveled, certainly a positive for me since I like traveling as well. But what I didn’t know was that he got his time abroad in by completing his two-year mission as required by the Mormon church. In Sweden, of all places (and now he speaks Swedish! So useful!).
But let me back up for a minute. Patrick and I did very little chatting before we met up, but it seemed to go really well, and I was unconcerned about the date. In fact, it was my second date of the day (the first was an incredibly boring one that’s not even worth blogging about), so maybe I was a little too relaxed and overconfident in my first-date abilities by the time we met up.
He was already waiting for me inside the two-story bar when I arrived, and I thought I’d have no trouble spotting him since it was an uncrowded night. I walked in and scanned the room, but I couldn’t seem to spot him. I walked upstairs. No Patrick. So I texted him and he came upstairs to meet me.
I can’t imagine what kind of face I made when he greeted me because he was ridiculously good looking. He looked cute in his pictures, but he was way better looking in person. Too good-looking, in fact. I think I had picked up my jaw from the floor by the time we sat down at a table. I immediately became nervous. “Why didn’t I put more thought into my outfit? Why is he even here on a date with me? How did I manage to get a date with THIS guy?”
When the waitress came to get our order, I could just imagine that she was wondering why this guy was out on a date with his best friend’s little sister who had a crush on him. Because that’s exactly how I felt. So out of place. Like a freshman in high school going out with the cutest senior guy in school. Luckily Patrick was a really nice guy, and we actually got along quite well. Clearly no romantic connection, but we didn't run out of things to talk about either. Especially when he mentioned the two years he spent in Sweden. FOR THE MORMON CHURCH. And that’s when things got interesting. Thankfully he was completely unirritated by the bazillion questions I began throwing at him at that point.
He grew up in Utah, attended Brigham Young University, and was totally on track to having his own little Mormon family when doubts about his religion started creeping in. He became an atheist and left the church after graduating from college, and eventually his parents and one of his three other siblings did too. Since I know a grand total of zero Mormons, I have no idea if this is typical. But the fact that his parents left the church after being faithful members for so many years seemed strange to me. Therefore, we spent the rest of the date in a somewhat serious and deep conversation about religion. Not quite what I had expected (or really ever) expect on a first date. Especially one from Tinder.
I walked away from the date deep in thought—a little bit about religion but mostly still dumbfounded that I went on a date with a beautiful ex-Mormon lawyer. Of course, Patrick didn’t ask me out again. But that’s ok. Atheist ex-Mormons aren’t really my thing anyway.
I'm a 20-something Mississippi native now living in our lovely nation’s capital, Washington, D.C.
I began using Tinder about two months ago.
Over 16 boys and 19 dates in, I decided I should share my stories. So here we go!