In my late 20s I had a dry spell. So having resisted the idea for ages I got on Tinder. Matched with a gorgeous slightly younger woman named Katrina.
She was tall, my height in heels, with long dark hair and soulful almost sad eyes. I remember being struck by her voice which was fairly deep and quite confident without being masculine.
On our second date I noticed she was missing a finger on one hand and asked about it in just a normal, polite and genuinely interested but non judgemental way. It was like a switch has been flipped in her brain – and there was now a look in her eye that I’d not seen before. Like curiosity mixed with real happiness.
Apparently it was just a random congenital thing and had no significant impact on her life other than her ex and sometimes random people putting her down about it. Which seemed crazy because she was obviously an intelligent, motivated and gorgeous woman. After I said as much it was really obvious that we both wanted each other.
So we went back to my place, had some nervous/ slightly awkward glasses of water with my housemates and then went to my room.