God help me.

He is checking you out right now!       downtown_nudes  38 / Male / Bisexual / Single  Scarborough    We're letting you know because he's an exceptionally good match. You should check him out too.

Mark

I volunteer at an art gallery. At first I did it because I was unemployed, but now I do it because it's really fun and you get in free to all of the other museums in the city. 

I did think it would be a good place to meet guys, but I quickly realized it was mostly women like me who were interested in volunteering. However, one guy did catch my eye. Interestingly, a number of women (that number: 2) I volunteer with independently told me they thought we would be a good match. So I put them to work researching him. They found out that he was single, and then organized a potluck for the volunteers and invited him. A few of us ended up out for drinks later, and nothing really happened...so I figured that was that.

The next day I get an email from one of them saying that he had been really nervous but he said I should get in touch with him. I was surprised by this because I thought I was the only one who knew I was being set up. 

So I text him the next day with an extremely direct text: "Hey, it's [redacted], do you want to go out this week?" He said yes and after a bit of back-and-forthing, including a REALLY annoying three days when he dropped off the face of the earth after I suggested a location and time at his request, we met up. And we actually had a really nice time. We got along (I thought) super well.

I had a hard time pinning down his age, though. I thought I had him at mid-to-late twenties until he said "well when I was little everyone had a helmet on when they rode their bikes." Um...hold the phone. Who was doing what when? I had to stop him right there and uncharacteristically asked him straight up how old he was. I explained that when I was young, no one ever wore a helmet. He said he was 28. Which of course led to him asking how old I was. I said, and I quote verbatim:

"I'm thirtyyyyyyyyyyyyy....three." I literally could not remember. 

So we eventually have to leave, and we are both going home from the same station so we walk together. As we're walking, he takes out a piece of gum so I am all "he is definitely going to kiss me." We get to the station and we go to say goodbye. I tilt my head up like this:

And he dodges me and goes for my cheek. I can only imagine the look on my face, because he literally asked me "...what?" I said nothing and -- well, didn't quite run, but really hauled ass into the station. 

Weirdly, he texted me like 5 days later and we're supposed to go out again.