Hello There Little Bloggy. Sorry I forgot about you.
It seems the last time I wrote something personal, I had just started my Tinder escapade. Oh boy. Which means you know nothing about the vagina puncher (Matt), the sexy scruffy guy with the snake (Teej), or the most amazing one-night stand sex I've ever had (Nick).
Tinder was a whirlwind of band-aid sex. Aside from the vagina puncher who was a good old fashioned bar-find. That experience taught me that Tinder wasn't so bad--at least you know a bit about the person before you bump uglies. Have a one-night stand with the vagina puncher was like losing a game of Russian Roulette--but much less serious.
And then the weirdest thing happened on Tinder. This guy asked me on a real date. Not meet at the bar and slutty dance, but a let's get sushi at lunch and walk on the beach date. My second real date ever (yes I'm 22 I don't want to talk about it). But because I still felt I didn't want to get into anything serious, I was a shit show. The first thing I said to him was "I'm so glad to meet you in person! I'm glad we're here I'm fucking starving!!" Followed by a discussion about how vampire sci-fi romance could be solved if we'd just acknowledge the existence of period blood. Followed by me eating a chocolate covered cricket and telling him he'd never get a second date unless he did the same. After an hour he totally fucking ate it. In retrospect I have no idea why he wanted a second date with me.
But he did, and more kept happening. Even after I tried to scare him away by telling him that I was still fucking scruffy snake owning guy. I gave him the go ahead to date other girls since I wasn't looking for anything serious. He basically said, thanks but no thanks for now I just want to stick with dating you. And those were the magic words after the fucking Ted shit show.
We've been in relationship-land for four months now. And I'm crazy happy.