Out of the blue I got a message from someone I met on Tinder a year ago.
“Where in the world are you?” he asked.
“At work,” I replied.
“I was in Denmark a few weeks ago and you popped up on Tinder. It said you were only a few hundred miles away,” he queried.
“Oh, I was in Sweden visiting friends,” I told him.
He then asked me to come back so that I could go skiing with him in Austria or Switzerland.
I don’t ski.
Never learned and I think it’s a skill best learned when you’re younger and fearless.
I told him as much.
Well lo-and-behold he used to be a ski instructor at Squaw Valley in the winter. He can teach me to ski.
No thanks, I can passably snowboard.
The last time I snowboarded I broke my tailbone.
“So you don’t want to come boarding with me? We can hit the slopes during the day and explore other activities in the evening.. . .” he hinted.
“No thanks,” I replied.
“I’ll leave you alone then,” he responded.
Sorry but this girl only travels halfway around the world to meet her Swede, not some random dude I exchanged a few text messages with on Tinder a year ago.
Momma didn’t raise no fool.