Jenna returns home with her date that she met on Tinder, politely asking him to wait in the living room whilst she puts her things away in her room. She returns downstairs and preps the look of herself before entering the living room, where the guy she met around three hours prior is waiting in the living room.
As she walked down the hallway, she could hear scratching sounds; at first, believing it to be her cat, Chloe, but couldn’t quite understand what she would be clawing. Jenna acknowledged that it was coming from her living room, getting closer as she walked down the hallway.
She walks in, and unfortunately, yes, her tinder date is scratching his undercarriage with his credit card.
“Okay, then,” she says as she quickly but casually shuts the living room door.
Before that, she was just on a regular date, and it seemed very genuine. Jenna arrived first, gently placing herself and her stunning white cape blazer south of the brown table, so she was facing the entrance and could see him as he came in.
She reservedly liked the look of this guy, as anyone who knows Jenna knows she doesn’t often wear a blazer and puts in the effort. He walks in, and by the looks of it, he likes a gold accessory, flaunting a gold watch with a black jacket to match. He sits down accompanied with a charming greeting; in Jenna’s eyes, he’s “ticking all the boxes”. He was “a proper Brentwood boy” and exactly her type, and Jenna was doing everything in her power to make sure he would fall for her.
In some people eyes, this could be considered the perfect date, with non-stop conversation and the date wanting to pay for her meal, it was at this point Jenna believed she won boyfriend lottery, if there is such a thing. They go to Jenna’s house, not realising that in the next thirty minutes her opinion of him is about to drastically change, especially as it was going so well.
Jenna isn’t a dater and is a firm believer in meeting someone organically. She hasn’t been on a date since. She isn’t scared; she just “can’t be asked”, and whilst she doesn’t hate men, she is perfectly comfortable without the company of other men. This certainly isn’t the weirdest thing to happen in her life, and if you knew Jenna personally it probably won’t be her last.
