Mr. Unexpected was a last-minute rendezvous on Bumble and definitely deserves his alias.
As someone who enjoys day drinking, I suggested a lunch date. We met for drinks at a restaurant and Mr. Unexpected was right on time to check us in. I ran late because I was on the phone with my friend who wanted to spy in on our date. Who was I to deny her the fun? I was actually relieved I had the option of an out, especially after last night’s fiasco.
Truth to be told, I came into this date with very low expectations. His profile gave me fuckboy vibes but I wanted to give it the benefit of the doubt. I planned to spend a max of two hours with him because I also booked a dinner date. I went back-to-back because I’ve done it before and it worked out well last time.
When I arrived, I spotted his cap with a pineapple on it and his sweet smile when he saw me. I quickly sat down and whoa, those blue eyes! I caught a slight Midwestern accent mixed with some NorCal.
My two-hours-max plan went out the window.
At one point, he finished my sentence with two words I did not expect him to know: Saturn return. We talked about life chapters and astrology. I was floored when I realized he knew his astro terminology. For those of you that aren’t familiar with the term Saturn return, it is a pivotal time in a person’s life when they come into their own and discover who they are meant to be. It occurs when Saturn returns to its placement in your natal chart—usually when people turn 29—and lasts about two years. That’s why it is said you really find who you are in your 30s.
My friend had arrived at some point in the date, but I was too enthralled to notice. I did text her to meet me in the bathroom, where she approved excitedly. She knew I was smitten the moment he corrected his grammar—he did that a few times. Each time I grinned. When I started gushing about his cat, my friend knew I no longer needed her assistance. Cats are very particular. They are independent and don’t tolerate bullshit. If a man can handle a cat, he can handle a confident, driven woman.
Mr. Unexpected and I split a charcuterie board and shared more about ourselves. Then—after about three and a half hours—the clock struck 7:30 PM. I had to leave or I would miss my next date several miles away. I made up an excuse about a family dinner. I really didn’t want to leave. So when he asked me to come over after my dinner plans, I didn’t hesitate to say yes.
I got to meet his cat and listened to some really loud dubstep. Nothing else happened. He was a little shy at one point and I found it endearing. I knew it was time to go before anything else did happen. When we were having our goodbye moment his cat tried to escape! I quickly shut the door on Mr. Unexpected to prevent the cat from running out, and abruptly ended our night.
I chuckle writing about this date, because it reminds me that sometimes the best dates are the ones where you set no expectations. You walk in, see a man wearing a button-down shirt, and you smile. He smiles right back at you. You’re both completely unaware of the fact that you will be sharing cat photos for the next few days. Even if nothing more comes from it—except for a few adorable cat pictures—at least you had a good time.
Chances of a second date: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️