Every story needs a beginning, and Tinder is the start of ours. I decided to swipe right on “Chris” when I saw his cute smile. Although he didn’t put much introduction on his profile, and his photos are against my swipe-right rules (nudity & sunglasses), I still did.
A few days of text exchange later, we decided to meet.
The first time we met, Chris came to me in his dark grey sweater, over his white shirt. He is much taller than I thought – I’m petite. But hey, tall is my thing for a guy. Time fast forward two weeks later, we had met another two times and had wonderful sex.
Chris was away for the weekend after the third date. He has made quite a bit of an impression on me – his smile, his voice and his quick wits are lingering in my head and I couldn’t wait to see him again.
He is a man of mystery – or just because we haven’t had much chance to actually talk. Most time we spent together result in sex. But somehow naturally I feel attracted to him, emotionally and physically. Each time we had sex, I ended up wanting more, as if he is someone I’d been waiting for so long, and finally, the Tinder algorithm god pushed him my way.