Boulder colorado dating scene
We'd failed the ski pass compatibility test—but there was still hope.
Then the food came, and unfortunately for the future of our relationship, his dish was served with extra rice.
I feared my shred-bilities wouldn't be enough to keep up with my prospective matches.
To start the journey, I turned, naturally, to Tinder.
Sure, there seemed to be a high volume of puppies and six-pack abs in profile pictures, but I felt way more comfortable setting up blind dates with people here.
The first date was with John*, whose profile boasted his love for the outdoors, his local know-how, and his value-driven worldview.
Though he had already run earlier in the day, this rice snafu meant he'd have to go swimming after dinner to burn off the extra calories.
I'd unknowingly set myself up on a date with a fitness fanatic—a common type in Boulder.
Sam was the polar opposite of the traditional Boulder stereotype—he loves the indoors and reading, and has a Masters degree from Yale.But after a week of swiping, I hadn't found any matches I was actually interested in, and browsing the app began to feel like a chore.The more I thought about it, the less sense Tinder made in a place like Boulder.This guy spoke to my nerdy, history major, Latin-studying self—he just had no interest in talking about skiing, hiking, camping, or most other things I do on weekends.The date was going well, but doubt nagged at me: I shouldn't be enjoying this!