We met via Tinder the night I left my ex wife. I had been trapped in a sexless, abusive five year relationship with her. You were my salvation, the beginning of a new life. And was it worth it.
We met up at a local bar. I was couchsurfing while I took care of some final plans in town and you’d come from the next city over. You made sure to feed me enough liquor to guarantee a good night. That was fine with me, I was in a terrible place emotionally. We smoked and drank and enjoyed each other’s company for quite a few hours. It was the beginning of the fall chill and we had to smoke outside, so you kept your arm around my shoulders whenever we stepped out to smoke. You whispered to me it was too late for you to drive back. I thought it was a good line then. You got us a room in some cheap motel and we hardly made it through the doors before we tried pulling each others clothes off.