other fitness singles in the area. Basically like Tinder, but with muscles.

This is great news since meeting a date at the bar has become ubiquitous. Color me bored by the norm. I’m a bit of a fitness junkie so a drunken first time meetup at your local bar isn’t exactly my ideal scenario. First dates are hard - and weird - enough.

Since Meet Me Outside is brand new, I haven’t tried it for a date just yet. In the meantime, I’ve been trying to envision how one of these fitness encounters would go down. Do I stretch her hamstrings as a way of showing affection? A few side lunges might do the trick. Does a burpee say, “I love you”? While we’ve all conquered the idiosyncrasies of a date at the bar, a fitness date has yet to be perfected. That leaves a lot up to the imagination.

Here are a few of my own expectations and how best to handle a potential swole soulmate:

They think it’s weird too.

I won’t be alone out there. A fitness date is an entirely new tool in the dating universe. There’s going to be a learning curve for both parties involved. Just think how unusual it will be to ask her where she went to college after a sprint that leaves us both breathless. At least I’ll be able to say I took her breath away on the first date.

Exercise means endorphins. Endorphins means she’ll want me.

After a workout, I feel like The Fonz. When I feel like The Fonz, any upcoming date will likely go well. Although you won’t see me in a leather jacket like Fonzie, I think I’ll be okay in my Dri-Fit tee shirt. Besides, who wears leather on a fitness date? Serena? No matter what you’re wearing, you better keep your damn pants on.

The point is that endorphins make people feel better. That self-confidence from both me and my date will lead to one thing. No, not that. I’m talking about a chance for a second date. Which, yes, could lead to that.

Sweat makes you shiny. Like a trophy.

Just because I’ll be shined over with a layer of sweat doesn’t mean I’m seeing success on the date. I don’t want to be downpouring sweat while trying to strike up conversation about how many brothers and sisters she has. There’s nothing attractive about mistakenly spitting sweat as you talk. Unless she’s into that...

I plan on controlling the sweat by patting down with a towel during rest periods. Sure, glistening is cool, but having a girlfriend is cooler.

Competition can aid lasting relationships. Or destroy them.

Friendly competition can be a wonderful thing. Key word is friendly. The moment you take it too far by incorporating your touchdown dance, things begin to fall apart. And fast.

I’ll be avoiding any sort of gloat. Instead, I’ll just laugh at a victory (I hope I win) and let her know that I was seriously impressed. Even if she didn’t win the first round, the encouragement should lengthen the date and heighten any chances of success. And she’ll probably kick my ass next time around.

To repeat, no touchdown dances. Unless you’re Terrell Owens.

Win.

Or at least try. It’s obvious when you let up a little. No one appreciates a synthetic victory. Like I said, competition is good. So don’t dumb it down by letting a date win a few rounds just because it’s somehow romantic. It’s not.

Like the wise Ricky Bobby once said, “If you’re not first, you’re last.” The same applies to dating.

Double or nothing.

Congrats to the victor. Yay. No matter who wins, I’ll be sure to be playful after round one. ANY way to get her back on the starting line, in the ring, on the court, and square off for another round. But this time, I’ll make a wager or place a bet.

The gamble will pay off. Usually in laughs, jokes, and another date. Score.

Chill out, Superstar.

Okay, I get it. Winning is fun. A lot more fun than losing. Don’t rub it in. It’s not the World Series. If I were in the World Series, I don’t think I’d be turning to an app to find dates. I’d probably be turning to the Victoria’s Secret catalogue. Do you think Derek Jeter found a few of his girlfriends on Tinder? As a Red Sox fan, I say yes. But who knows?

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Personally, I’m intrigued by Meet Me Outside. I’m addicted to the gym and all other things fitness, so I expect this app to be a hit. Maybe even a home run.

Worst comes to worst, just celebrate being single. And jacked.