Dating is the absolute worst.
BUT! I suffer through it for the good stuff, that ever-elusive connection with a human of the male-persuasion, that makes the grind and the slog of all the dating that can range from boring to terrifying.
A few weeks ago, I met this man for coffee. I almost cancelled because I am lazy, have low expectations for first dates, and listen to the algorithms on OKC too much so was wary of a lower-than-generally-accepted match %, and I am so glad that I didn’t!
There was almost instant chemistry and attraction and the conversation flowed easily. We ended up low-key making out in the coffee shop and left because we were definitely not in a space to do so (so sorry to the two people trying to study and work on their computers in the corner...we deserved to be snickered at).
We’ve seen each other at least two-times each week since we met and spent all day on Presidents’ Day together. The sex is great, and our kinks align (yay!), and he’s just so much fun to spend time with.
So tonight, being the impatient person I am, I very awkwardly asked if we could call each other BF/GF, and he said he felt good about us and that he would like that.
And we’re seeing each other tomorrow. It’s been a long time since I’ve been so excited about someone, and I love this feeling.