Like any good love story, this one starts with me getting my heart stomped on. For a year and a half, I was all but married to this guy. That may be an exaggeration, but it was one of those relationships where everyone thought we would end up together. We started dating the summer before our junior year. I knew this guy, but never wanted to give him a chance. Add some alcohol and a few friends pushing us together and voilà, we started dating. Well, actually we started making out, and then drunk me started yelling at him until he agreed to take me on a date the next night, but whatever, details.
Fast forward a year and a half to the end of January. I had his letters, we were looking at apartments to live in after graduation, and everything was perfect. Until it wasn’t. We got into a fight, I said something he didn’t like, and next thing I know, he’s at my front door wanting to “talk,” carrying with him everything I had ever left at his house. As you can guess, we broke up.
Just like any recently dumped girl would do, I went through the several stages of grief, sadness, anger, denial, eating everything, eating nothing, drinking, and of course, the one-night stands. Within this lovely time of my life, I decided to join Tinder. To this day, I’m not really sure why I did it. Maybe it was because I heard my ex was on it, and being slightly psycho, I wanted to find him. Maybe it was a fun game to meet guys. Maybe I just really needed the ego boost. Either way, I did it. I spent the next hours swiping left and right (mostly left) on a number of guys. A handful would message me and I would respond because literally, why the fuck not.
I never expected to meet anyone from Tinder. I hate meeting strangers, because, you know I don’t want to die. So I start talking to this one guy. The conversation started with “hey.” Nothing elaborate, but also nothing disgusting. I answered, and we started talking. In my typical asshole fashion, I was nothing but sarcastic. Not only did he like it, he immediately started giving it right back. Eventually, he asked me for my number. Again, not wanting to die, I was super hesitant. But something stood out about this guy. We had only about five mutual friends, but all people that I would trust with my life. So after weighing the pros and cons I decided to just go for it. I’m glad that I did. Later that week, he took me out on a date, and it was perfect. We talked for hours. I felt so comfortable around him, and he was a perfect gentleman. He held all the doors for me and paid for me. It was just perfect.
Now we’ve been dating for about two months. While I don’t know where we will end up down the road, I’m glad I did it. Now, I wouldn’t recommend meeting everyone from Tinder, but in this situation, I’m glad that I did. I’ve gotten a lot of shit about how we met through Tinder, but honestly, I don’t care. There are so many ways to meet people these days. While it may not be the fairy tale way, or the story I’ll tell my children, but it’s what happened and I can’t change that. It shouldn’t matter how I met him, but that I’m happier now that I have. And to think, if I had just swiped left, I’d still be hate stalking my ex..
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