Ok, ok, back to the whole fiancé thing. Prettyyy crazyyyyyyy. (Sidenote: Will there be a time when this isn’t my lead up to this topic? ….Time will tell.)
So after that “come to Jesus” moment, I did what any sane, emotionally stable person does and started scrolling Tinder with the speed and agility of a person who had, at that point, been scrolling tinder for
REDACTED AMOUNT OF TIME. …Ahem. Anyway.
So here’s where it gets ~*romantic*~. When I saw NF’s profile, I was like, “Oh, hello. You are cute and you seem normal and I will totally message you!” Pause. Swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe. Ping! What?! Eee! Yay!
Translation: during the time I had exhausted myself swiping, he had actually messaged me! And instead of playing that little waiting game… (we all know it…where you wait 12-24 hours to make it seem like you’re so chill and aloof and not at all checking your profile every 30 minutes to see if anyone has messaged/responded to your message, ) …I messaged back. And then he messaged back! And then I messaged back! And then he messaged back! And then…you get it, right? We messaged, we set up a date, and then 2 days later we went OUT. ON. THAT. DATE. (clapping hands emoji here.)
Now, I’m not one to kiss and tell (but we did) but it was a GREAT. DATE. The best, actually, because it was really fun and really EASY. It didn’t feel like work. I didn’t feel a nauseating anxiety. I didn’t check my watch. I didn’t open my apps on the way home. I didn’t go to bed feeling slightly sad and desperate and all the feelings that I had been feeling throughout this dating “journey.” Could it actually be true, what everyone had been telling me all along that I thought applied to everyone else but me: You know when you know?
Ah, if I had only made it so easy on myself….
What’s My Age: 11, when we went to Dorney Park and waited FOREVER to ride this insane rollercoaster called Steel Force but then we FINALLY DID and it was a really awesome rollercoaster! (METAPHORS!)