I Went On A Date with One of Tinder’s Verified Sexiest Men and Then Got Ghosted

This post sounds like an episode of Catfish. I meet a too attractive guy on the internet, he doesn’t live local, he’s smart and sweet, and into me. All red flags lets be real here. But I, Vanessa, bitchy and awkward Vanessa went out on a date with a man who had a blue verification next to his name.

For the sake of his privacy I’ll use the name that my friend called him which was Mr. Pedigree. Mr. Pedigree popped up on my Tinder a few months ago. He seemed cute and his bio was nice and I of course was fascinated by the blue verification symbol. I swiped right and I kind of forgot about him. The first week of August he matched with me and of course I was excited. A People Magazine verified matched with me? I don’t like to send the first message (even though my first blog post says otherwise) but I had to see if it was a fluke.

It wasn’t a fluke.

This guy seemed genuinely interested in me and I liked chatting with him on tinder so when he asked for my number I very willingly gave it. We chatted for about another week till he came into town and he said he wanted to meet with me.

My dumbass agreed

Now this is where things get a little wonky. Mr. Pedigree and I agreed to meet on a Tuesday night since I was off work early. I had no intention of trying to commute from my house into the city in one long trip so I decided to kill some time in a very large Barnes and Noble. I was there for way too long. Like pushing three hours long. Hadn’t heard from him. I was honestly about to turn around and go home because I was so annoyed.

Like magic: I hear from him

He was very apologetic and since he was in town for work and not pleasure, his work took longer than expected. He still wanted to see me and at this point I agreed to have dinner because I wanted to know if I was being catfished or not.

I was not at all being catfished

When we met, I almost turned around and left because this man looked exactly like his pictures and that was intimidating as hell. He was too attractive. Self doubt creeped in and I asked myself why would he want to go out with me.

The dinner itself was honestly terrible. We got sushi and the rolls were too big to eat in one bite and not flavorful, but the talking part was going great.

It was like going out on a date with Clark Kent. Wholesome Midwest boy who is muscular and just didn’t seem at all like the typical fuckboy I love. He even had some dorky glasses. He still wanted to keep talking and at that point at night the only place to go to talk was back to his hotel.

He insisted it wasn’t a trap and I got no stalker or serial killer vibes from him so I decided why the fuck not.

More talking did happen but one thing led to another and we made out.

THIS IS WHERE I FUCKED UP

I absolutely probably could have continued and stayed the night but my sensible ass had to leave so I could catch the last Metro back home. Mr. Pedigree was very nice about it and walked me to the metro and kissed me goodnight. He said he wanted to see me again. Two days later I asked if he wanted to go out Friday and he agreed.

THEN I NEVER HEARD FROM HIM AGAIN!

I was devastated. I was ghosted for the first time in my life. I was offended because why would you say you want to see me again and agree to go out and then disappear? Once he returned home I realized he had unmatched me and removed me off of Snapchat.

Thus ends the tale of how I fucked up by not having sex with a Tinder verified hot man and ended up ghosted. The plus side is, I always have bragging rights that I, for at least a night, attracted a Catfish level hot guy.