At the time, I was 25. Still doing post-grad work, single after a devastating breakup, stressed as all hell, and lonely so I did what so many of us have: bored and lonely tinder swiping. I wasn’t really looking for much beyond hooking up at this time, maybe an fwb situation at best.
I end up matching with this total smoke. Even better, she’s local (I was in a small town at the time so most girls I met were from the adjoining city) and she responded fairly quickly after I messaged.Not trying to rush things too much, we talk for a while and she’s clearly what I’m looking for. Sexy, intelligent, flirty, a tease…We set up a date to come back to my place for dinner.
Ladies and gentlemen, the dinner I made for this woman was the worst meal I have ever made. And she stayed. She was very generous about it, and before we know it we’re on the couch with a bottle of wine to share sips out of, my arm around her waist, laughing and talking and just getting comfortable.