Don’t sleep on Tinder. I’ve been preaching this to anybody that has doubted Tinder’s abilities. Granted, I’m aware that it’s essentially a “hook up” app so unsolicited pictures are bound to happen, but outside of that…sometimes beautiful things can come from it. Sometimes it’s just a great experience that allows for funny stories over wine with a group of good friends. It could go either way! For those who aren’t familiar with how Tinder works, it’s a dating app that shows a stack of cards essentially. These cards are all profiles which allows 6 of your best pictures and a bio telling a bit about yourself. A profile comes up, you swipe left if you’re uninterested or you swipe right, if you like what you see! People can ONLY message you if you swipe right on each other. With that out the way, let me spill the tea on my experience.
I was in a new city, and I knew no one so I figured joining Tinder might be a fun way to kick start things. I facetimed my beautiful best friend as my reference person to help me judge if I was being pathetic or not. She quickly encouraged me to just do it because why the hell not. We quickly got to setting things up…and this was my Tinder profile below:
At the time, those were the pictures I was working with and I need NO judgement here! I immediately got to swiping. I wasn’t looking to get with anyone, I just wanted a friendly face in a big city really. I was looking to make a lot of great, carefree memories. After a few minutes of swiping left on uninteresting looking guys, I came upon this guy that caught my attention. He was well-travelled like I was, he’s been to Jamaica multiple times, he’s VERY accomplished and he dressed in suits on rooftops in Manhattan. He was definitely older than me however. Let’s call him Mr. X. I saw that Mr. X had super liked me, which was a notification you’d see that this person is SUPER interested in you. I swiped right on him, and we started talking immediately.
He was hilarious, and educated. He was super interesting and I don’t know what it was…but he definitely caught my attention. We were texting back and forth for days. He wanted to meet up for drinks.
NOW– I was NOT old enough in the states to be at any bars requesting ANY kind of drinks as the age limit was 21. This all took place a bit earlier this year. I wanted to avoid the awkwardness that came with saying “sorry I’m not old enough”. I denied his attempt to meet up. I then became a bit distant. A few days had passed, and we were texting and I was on my way to Times Square 42nd street to head home after work. He texted me to meet him at this club called Norwood Club. Once again, I was NOT 21 so I wasn’t sure why he didn’t acknowledge that. I blatantly told Mr. X right there and then that I don’t think I’m old enough to get into any clubs, and WHY would I be going to a club at 3pm on a Friday afternoon? Also, I was wearing Payless sneakers, black leggings, a black tshirt and my hair was messily pulled back into a low bun as that was my work attire. This was not how I wanted things to go down.
Mr. X replied “who said there were age requirements?”
He sent me the address, and I said you know what…you only live once kid, just go ahead. Do it. I went wandering around with google maps directing me where this suspicious place was. I was confused. I was lost. Finally, I realized I walked passed this place at least 4 times. It was a large, rustic and vintage looking door up some stairs on the corner of a Manhattan street with the address number on it. There was no overhead sign, there was no indication that there was a commercial slot of anything. I pushed the door open and a sophisticated woman behind a counter greeted me:
“Hi, welcome to Norwood Club. What’s your reservation number?”
I was taken aback. I looked passed her and through the doors to try to grasp what was really happening.
This was all I could see but I knew it was huge and there was a lot hidden. I told the front desk lady that I was here to meet a “‘Mr. X”.
She said “Oh! Go right in..he’s not here yet but he told us to take very good care of you Ms. Cornwall until he arrives from a late meeting.”
I was still very confused so I barely heard what she said. I walked away, went outside then called my roommate like “hey, this is my location in case I go missing”. Who was I about to go on a date on? Who was this highly sophisticated man? What was happening?! What was this place?
I went back in, and I was escorted to a couch by a huge window. I was surrounded by high class men in suits and women in Louboutin heels in expensive work dresses. I knew they were seriously wealthy just by the way they laughed. Only rich people laughed a certain way–mouth open, teeth untouched, eyes squinted, controlled laughter. I knew by their watches and handbags. The way they spoke. The conversations about their investment. I wouldn’t have been surprised if a celebrity walked in honestly. There were NO phones allowed but I snuck some pictures so pardon if they look shakey handed.
I was handed a menu:
I couldn’t even order anything because why was I paying $20 for cheese?
Mr. X arrived. EVERYONE stood up and acknowledged his presence as if he was powerful, then went back to chatting. He walked in wearing a dark blue suit, white inner shirt with the 2 top buttons loose and suspenders under the jacket. He had a lovely smile and a nice beard. Mr. X was incredibly well dressed. I stood up when he walked in, he hugged me and we sat. He ordered a few drinks that I wouldn’t dare try to pronounce or mimic the strong accent he had whilst pronouncing these french liquors and I was drinking way too expensive Tequila out of a rocks glass with a lemon twist on the side. He ordered a few chat snacks and we continued talking and laughing. He was an incredibly smart individual.
He then suggested we leave. We walked out, and I hugged him goodbye..but he suggested I not end the ‘date’ there. He drove a classic, bright yellow cadillac with the roof gone. It was…like some crazy dream.I was LIVING. I was happy. I was so carefree. We hopped in, turned the music on, and we were driving through 14th street Manhattan. I cannot make any of this up. A classic bright yellow car–maybe 1966? Heads were turning, we were laughing, we were talking and life seemed great. I started thinking, what’s wrong with this man? Was he married? Did he have kids? Was he gay?
We pulled up to his apartment building a few blocks down, and valet came, opened my door and greeted me, he got out and threw the keys to them and they acknowledged him.
“Welcome back, Mr. X”
Apparently, he OWNED the entire building. In NEW YORK CITY. Do you know how expensive that must be? Now, at this point, I’m well aware that I was being super risky to even hop in a car with this guy I’m only just knowing. I suppose it makes me even more stupid to go to his house, but YOLO (yes I totally said that). I never got any suspicions after actually meeting him, I never got any sexual energy. It was just two people casually knowing each other.
He lived in the pent house, and his apartment was beautiful. Something out of movies. Big open windows, huge space, a grand fireplace, a mink rug, a modern bathroom with those vintage floor tubs, an open kitchen, and upstairs were multiple rooms. There were trophies for Man of the Year awards, and magazine articles about him (I won’t quote it because I rather anonymity) and pictures of him everywhere. He told me no kids, no wife, no ex-wife–just him focusing on his different businesses all over the state. I followed him into the kitchen and he was making a few more drinks as if he was some level 10 bartender. I was impressed with him, but it wasn’t like that and I was happy. We sat around, talked, listened to music and got to know each other. We hit on topics like religion, tattoos as he had a few, business plans, investments (with the little I knew from TV shows I watched) and parents.
Fast forwarding an hour, he escorted me so I could get home. We continued texting back and forth daily like kids but our schedules weren’t ever matching up as my work schedule was HECTIC. Thankfully, we saw each other again a few days later and we met up at the Hyatt Hotel in Union Square where we went to dinner by the hotel restaurant. He showed me pictures of a few vacations he went on with some friends in Dubai, and pictures of his family. I talked about my family and why my experience thus far being in New York. He was supportive of everything I wanted to do, advised me on certain decisions, and expressed how impressed he was with all I’ve accomplished at my age. We walked around the blocks nearby, walked into a few salad bars, grabbed a drink and repeated. We are still good friends until this day and we occasionally check up on each other every now and then.
Everyone serves a purpose in your life, and I think his purpose was letting me know the treatment I deserved as a young woman and giving me a taste of the life I knew I was meant to live. The life where I was busy most of the day in business meetings, meeting up with friends in sophisticated meet up spots, drinking tequila at 3pm in nice clothing on a nice day and still functional and living in a beautiful modern apartment with a nice car…but with an amazing, loyal, and supportive husband by my side.
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