No Tinder, Two Tinder Dates

Shortly after Letting Go, I got my Vertical Clitoral Hood repierced. Neighbor Boy missed his small window for anal sex, at least for 2-4 weeks while my VCH was healing. I refused him anal sex without oral sex first, and oral was off the table while my piercing was healing. We still fucked, but less than usual due to my healing piercing.

This worked just fine. My friend Ana was in town for a week, then it was Thanksgiving, so not much time to fuck anyways. On one of the last days before I left for Thanksgiving with the family, Ana and I went to breakfast and she swiped away on Tinder. Ana isn’t on the market per se, she has a boyfriend, but still enjoys swiping through Tinder. She uses it to meet potential models for photoshoots, find fun things to do whenever she’s traveling, meet new friends, and the occasional side piece for her open relationship.


While we were eating, we were talking and I was joking about how my ideal guy would either be a chef or a massage therapist. Moments later she right swiped a chef and matched. “Want me to give him your number?” She asked. I laughed, agreed, and then she said she would give it to him after chatting with him some.

Later that night, I got a text from my brother. He needed me. The boy he used to date that he’s been talking to again was supposed to join us for Thanksgiving, but the boy canceled. My brother was devastated. While I parked by the bar to meet up with my brother, I saw the name “Alex” flash across my notification bar on my phone. I opened the snap, there was nothing significant, just some people hanging out. No one I recognized. Kind of weird for Alex to send it to me. I just shrugged it off and moved on. I went into the bar and hung out with my brother to let him vent over a few drinks.

I was driving, so I only had one while he ordered a couple rounds of shots. He had already been drinking, so it didn’t take long for him to get fully drunk. Once it seemed like he was too drunk to get home, I offered to drive him and his friend Mel to his apartment. When we got to my car, the name “Alex” flashed across my screen again, I opened it just before I started driving them home. Same thing, some random people hanging out. No one I knew or cared about.

Once I dropped my brother and his friend off, I looked through my friends’ snap stories and saw my friend Alex… but his full name was listed just below the other “Alex.” Who the fuck is this “Alex” that’s been sending me snaps? I looked at his story and a few snaps in, I heard his voice, he’s Australian. I figured it out. He and I matched a year earlier on Tinder but never exchanged phone numbers, but did exchange snapchats. Nothing ever came from it then, but he decided to come out of the woodworks for some reason. I let it go for now. It was late, I was tired, I wasn’t looking to start snapping him back yet.

The next day, my family and I were off on our road trip to Virginia for Thanksgiving. I wasn’t intending on filling the long weekend with boys, but somehow it just happened that way, at least talking to boys all weekend. First, The Chef began to text me. This was a weird setup being that he matched my friend Ana and had no clue who I was, so first thing first, he asked for photos. I sent him a few, he sent a few back. We got texting, very basic “What do you do for fun?” “What are you looking for?” “Are you originally from Chicago?” Etc. The texts were fine. Nothing exciting, but he was cute and met my chef requirements.

Later, my family was mostly calling it a night and I was intending on doing the same. That’s when The Australian sent me another snap, this time a selfie with a Happy Thanksgiving sticker. This is the first he revealed himself. Finally, a face to refresh my memory of this tinder match a bit more. Up until this point, I haven’t responded to any snaps he’s sent the past few days. This one though finally prompted a response; a selfie and “Happy Thanksgiving to you too.” He responded with heart eyes and the flirting was on. We messaged back and forth continuously for the next few hours. As I realized that it was nearly 3am and we have been snapping for about four hours, I wrapped up the conversation and gave him my number telling him to text me sometime if he wants to continue this conversation.

The next morning, I woke up to a “Good morning” text from The Australian and the texting was on. The next few days of Thanksgiving break he and I texted basically non-stop. During this time, I hardly heard from The Chef, which was fine, I wasn’t fully into him which was unfortunate because he met my chef requirement. As the week wrapped up, I was more and more excited about The Australian and nearly forgot about The Chef, but once I was headed home, both asked to set up dates, I accepted both. I had to still give The Chef a chance because Ana was excited about him, although I was really only interested in The Australian.

The Chef was easy, he asked for a date and time and that was it. The Australian and I have already formed a strong dialogue with extremely flirty banter and even inside jokes… he wanted to see me the second I got home, but that was when the catch was revealed, he was leaving to go back to Australia for three months two days after I got home. Now I’ve become conflicted; The Australian seemed super sweet and genuine and really wanted to meet me, but then if I meet him there’s already a pre-conceived end or at least a pause while he was back in Australia.

Is it worth meeting someone of romantic interest (not just sexual interest) if you know you would only have two days together? Is two days enough to build any type of foundation to keep us in touch while he’s gone for three months? Is it worth it? I’ve told myself I would never do long distance relationships, but now I’m being faced with a guy who will be living on the other side of the world for three months. Shit. I reluctantly/excitedly agreed to meet The Australian.

I’ve set up two tinder date for when I got back without having to sign onto or swipe on tinder in months. Funny how that shit works out.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

 

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