Pokemon Go[ne]

I was delighted to receive a Tinder notification that informed me of a ‘Super Like’ from a strapping 33 year-old named Ryan who had an infectious smile and what seemed to be stable employment. Usually the Super Likes I receive come from the bottom of the barrel so this one had me particularly excited.

We began chatting immediately and after a few hours of exchanging messages back and forth, we set up a date for later in the week.

We sat down in a dimly-lit Brasserie to enjoy a bottle of red wine and some appetizers.

The conversation was pleasantly fluent as we discussed how we both came to settle in the big city and how we could never (like quintessential New Yorkers) picture ourselves anywhere else.

Ryan excused himself to go to the bathroom.

I noticed he was taking an unusual amount of time, especially for a male. I then turned my head toward the front door of the restaurant and noticed him entering through the front door, not coming from the bathroom.

Not wanting to pry, I figured he had an important call he had to tend to and dismissed his awkward reentry.

About five minutes later, he glanced at his phone and once again, excused himself to exit the building.

I thought either there was some sort of family emergency occurring or he just had a very important role in his company. Regardless, I wanted to be understanding.

After he came back, he quickly excused himself a final time. Upon his return back to the table, I inquired if there was anything wrong or if we should meet another time.

“Sorry, full disclosure, I needed to run out because I just saw there was a Gyarados.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “What is that?”

“It’s a very rare Pokemon. I saw a few before as well that I didn’t catch yet so I wanted to go grab them. This last one is pretty rare though so I really wanted to go grab it. I put it away now. I promise I’m done!”

“So, let me get this straight. You are 33, and you left our date several times to go catch a Poke-Man?”

“It’s Poke-MON, actually…hehe!”

“Hmm. Well let’s get the check. I’m done as well.”




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