A Widowâs Adventures through Tinder..
So, I recently decided that I was going to try out the torrid world of dating apps. I lost my husband in April of 2020 to the after effects of Covid and I really wasnât ready to put myself back on the market. Recently, a male friend helped me have a sexual reawakening and now, I guess I am ready to delve into the world of dating online.Â
I tried before all that, I would download the app and 5 minutes in, I would be immediately disgusted by some manâs behavior and delete the app. Mostly because they werenât my husband. As I have realized, no one is going to live up to the memory of my husband or the kind of love that I had for my husband. So, I will have to settle for different. I am going to have to settle for someone that is not my husband and trudge out there again. Into the masses and hope I find a man that I can tolerate.Â
It used to be our running joke. If I felt that I could smother someone with a pillow, that I should probably break up with said person. So my late husband would ask every once in awhile, âwanna smother me with a pillow yet?â and I would answer, âNope, not yet.â
He was my longest relationship to date. We were together for 13 years. Thatâs a long time for a girl who didnât generally make it past 3 months or let alone get married. I was a runaway bride. I was engaged 3 times before he got to me and no man could hold me down. He was âMy only exception.â Which was our wedding song. The one by Paramore.Â
I decided maybe Iâll regale my stories of these Tinder adventures with you all. And delight you with the messages I receive. I mean I already got unwarranted penis pictures I didnât ask for. Jesus. Men just send them. Honestly, his was not bad but still. Men, don't send them unless we are down for it or I may shame you online for it. Just saying.Â
Welcome to the Widowâs adventures through Tinder and maybe the stories surrounding what happened with my husband. Maybe some other crazy damn life stories, because I got âem. Boy, do I got âem.Â