I've never been one for dating apps: they always seemed to be like looking for fresh water in a desert every time I used them. So many profiles of women that seem available, but they never respond to swipes. And how could they? Looking at this from their point of view, they probably couldn't vet half of the matches they usually got based purely on their looks.

But this time, it was different. There was a girl who swiped right on me on Tinder; I jumped to grab my phone and it was quite an elaborate profile - likes, tastes and some witty details that made me grin. I made sure not to reveal too much about myself and turn it into a texting session. I asked her out. She said 'yes'. And now, I'm waiting for her at the nearest Starbucks to my place.

I picked out a table that's close to the couches so that we can sit next to each other if she feels like it. That is, if she's even real. For all I know, this could be a catfishing scam or some weirdo trying to shank me. So, I'm keeping my eyes peeled for anything strange.

I'm looking pretty good, though: I put on a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, blue jeans and black sneakers. I'm even wearing the silver necklace my sister bought me. As for cologne? I used that old Invictus that Randy bought me as a birthday gift. It smells fantastic.

Getting impatient, I drum my fingers on the tabletop and look around. I texted her to meet me here at 8 PM, and that we'll continue the night from there before we crash at my place. But now, it's 5 minutes to 8. I came 10 minutes early. If she doesn't show up, I'll just get my own coffee and leave. If not, then I finally might be able to get rid of my V card. And hopefully enjoy it.