So I’m officially in the midst of a slutty phase (see post history). Approaching the 1-year anniversary of my separation and 3 months after my divorce.. between work and co-parenting and serving as an adjunct professor, time is short. So.. Tinder.
Weekend before last, Columbus Day, my ex took the kiddo to visit family and I headed south to.. Mexico. Mexico City. An incredible place full of amazing food and art and really wonderful, deeply kind and friendly people. And a veritable paradise where the peso goes forever and Ubers are basically free and… Tinder works.
I had a fair number of matches, but the best was Becky. Perky and friendly. Fair skinned, but dark hair. 32B’s if I had to guess. Slightly provocative photos but nothing outlandish. Her mother was British so her English was perfect.. which was great because my Spanish is non-existent.
I was staying in an AirBnB in hipster Condesa – which was lovely. We had trouble getting our schedules lined up, but kept texting each other increasingly provocative lines. Finally, Sunday night, she caught a cab to the coffee shop near my place. She was wearing a blue button-down shirt, her hair freshly washed, smelling a bit like shampoo and soap and smiles. I was wearing jeans and my new hand-made leather shoes ($100 bucks!) and we looked at each other and smiled.