To my Tinder date who wanted a “casual” relationship,
Let me start from the beginning. As all Tinder interactions begin, we both swiped right.
You began the conversation with “I like your dimple”.
We spoke for two weeks before going on our first date.
We met in the city and wandered the streets looking for a bar. Instead we found a bowling alley. So that’s what we did. I had fun even though I was appalling at bowling.
The conversation was easy and I felt so comfortable. Leaving the bowling alley, we stopped to listen to a busker on the side of the road. You wrapped your arms around me. I smiled.
We sat in a park and talked, you leaned over and kissed me. We went to a rooftop bar and admired the view. You proposed we head back to your car where we could make out in private, because we both lived an hour away in two opposite directions from the city.
We’d walked a fair distance by this point so we caught a train to your car. It was close to 3am when I rested my head on your shoulder. You put your arm around me and pulled me closer, I wrapped my arms around you. Our limbs intertwined perfectly and interlocked like two puzzle pieces.
When we got to your car we were both jittery with excitement. We kissed passionately, and we explored each others bodies as much as we could with our clothes on. We ended up having oral sex. I jumped in an Uber in the wee hours of the morning.
We texted back and forth quite a bit from then. But while I replayed all the moments of conversation and hand holding from our date, you kept reminding me of how good the end of the night was.
You had a busy schedule between work and study so the next time we met I picked you up from the airport, we went for a quick trek along a nature trail and found ourselves back in the car, fooling around.