This story, which happened, like, two weeks ago, is long overdue.
J With A Hot Tub (who is now actually in my phone as Worst Host Ever (J) With A Hot Tub) was the first guy I met via online after the breakup. We matched on Happn, which I’ve since deleted because the app kinda sucks, and met a week after he first messaged me. He was very forward in his texts – he claimed to have “some skills and parts that I’d find very fun and exciting" – and wanted to send me a dick pic. I never said no to the dick pic and just sent him the upside down emoji, which he didn’t ever get.
Anyway, he had promised that we could soak in his hot tub (building hot tub) or his bathtub which he had claimed was “huge” (it wasn’t). Ugh, so our hangout turned out to be the worst “date”/Netflix and chill situation ever and seriously the biggest time waster.
I arrived at J’s fancy apartment at 10:30pm, which by then his hot tub had already closed. Then, his tub didn’t have a plug or stopper thing and it was kinda too small for the both of us. The worst part was that he was still working when I got there at 10:30 and he worked till 12:30 (he’s an investment banker) while I just watched TV and sipped on my scotch. I was so fucking bored. But I stayed because he promised a hot bath haha… I found out about his plugless bathtub after he finished work…
After he finished work two fucking hours later, we watched some Netflix and then made out… which I was totally not feeling because he was a bad kisser and then I was thinking about R the Ex the whole time. I left shortly after that. Huge time waster, ugh!
Some of my friends’ comments about J:
“He looks like your next mistake.”
“this new jew guy sounds really fucking weird lol”
Well, he didn’t turn out to be my ‘next mistake’ because I didn’t want to see him again, and he never asked me to come hang out again. He did text me the day after we hung out, but it was small talk and we had nothing else to talk about after a super awkward night.