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I'm in Boulder dammit—how can I date someone who doesn't spend every waking minute thinking about the outdoors? " He went on to tell me how much I didn't know, namely that adrenaline-infused mountain biking is an objectively superior version of adventure.
Though I was hesitant about his indifference toward discussing Gore Tex and good backpacking routes, we made easy conversation for over three hours and he seemed endearingly enthusiastic about letting me introduce him to my favorite trails. We met at a local bar and settled into a food-drama-free meal of burgers and beer (finally! He was an avid mountain biker with requisite scabbed knuckles; exciting stories of launching off trails; and three bikes, including a new fat bike, which he was religiously using throughout the winter. Outdoorsy snobbiness had reached new levels on this date.
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.
He had just purchased a Rocky Mountain Super Pass and could ski everywhere from Eldora to Steamboat. Though my pass included five different mountains within two hours of Boulder, none overlapped with John’s pass.
The plan was to run my company, Outdoor Fest, virtually—planning a summer festival, answering emails, and enjoying views of the Flatirons. I was happy to take in the relatively slower pace of Colorado life and the seemingly endless sunshine. I had just gotten out of a long-term relationship in NYC, and getting back out there wasn't foremost on my mind—until approached me in January with an assignment.
What was it like for a city girl to date in America's most outdoorsy town?
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.
It was exciting until I realized that “interested in adventure” was Boulder parlance akin to the generic “likes live music” of New York City.