Level four: Not making this date all about sex and getting him/her to respect you enough to go on a second date
Holy effing cow you actually want to see this person again. This is both incredible and terrifying; it’s the definitive Soda Popinski-equivalent level of this process, because you can actually catch a glimpse at Mike Tyson (i.e. the dating level). Your hopes arise, and you think you can beat it. Then out of nowhere you’re nailed by an uppercut, and subsequently laughed at as he/she takes another swig of “pop” -- which in both cases is booze, Soda Popinski was always drinking.
Here’s why: not making the first Tinder date, let alone the second, about sex is like when a sophomore is dating a graduating senior -- there’s this weird precedent set. Yes, we’re all hopefully more secure than we were when we succumbed to the whole “C’mon, it’s our last prom. We may never see each other again, don’t you want this to be special?” But that jilted logic has evolved. You still have to work to fight that elephant in the room that’s basically screaming, “Wait, we’re going to have sex, right? We met on Tinder for Pete’s sake!” It’s often wafting in the air throughout the entire date. And even if that’s what you’re looking for, it’s still just depressing. After being forced into meeting someone via an application, the universal setting defaults to “No Romance.”