Meeting

TINDER + SPARK = FIRE

August 25, 2014

I guess you could call us pioneers, in a way. Our parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents before them didn't meet 'virtually.' A simple swipe of the thumb didn't help determine their fates. For us though, looking at up to 6 pictures and a quick yes or no was what decided if we would even get to message each other. I don't think I ever could have possibly imagined (and I imagine a lot, as you know) the incredible ramifications of the 0.2 seconds it took me to swipe right.

Speaking of swiping right, that was something we did on an app called Tinder. Many people called it a 'hook-up' app, but not everyone signs up to bone/be boned! Some want looooove. In my case, my soulmate found me.

Yes, there are some cringe-worthy moments in our conversation. But you were the first girl I spoke to on that app who could actually carry a conversation and wrote in a sophisticated manner. I know I've said this before, but your vernacular when

we typed back and forth was very appealing to a Grammar Jew like me! Plus, you were cute! Call me shallow, but those were the two most important boxes for me and you checked off both of them.

You know I'm never going to let you forget that we would have never been if it weren't for a bit of extra persistence from me :P After that enjoyable conversation, you vanished like G.O.B. Bluth could only dream about! Thank the Lord of the Rings that I decided to message you again a few days later.

SEE YOU TONIGHT!

September 7, 2014

The big first date! I was kind of nervous getting ready for it, but based on our previous conversations I had a feeling it would be easy to talk to you. You won't be too shocked to read that I debated back and forth about what to wear. You'll be even less shocked that I ended up choosing my favourite generic white v-neck t-shirt. You'll be even less shocked that I chose it because I was bringing my guns to the gun show and you needed to see them (not saying you're totally superficial...but you know)!

I will always remember you standing in front of the entrance of The Keg on Rutherford Road. That is the exact spot that I got to see you for the first time. Unbeknownst to me, waiting inside was an old friend/co-worker who would not only immediately validate me but also helped us skip the line and sat us at a table immediately! Within 5 minutes I was scoring points in your books (and I've never stopped since!!!) :)

Our first date was nice. Not once in our conversation did I feel like I was being judged by you. I get it, we were totally and utterly judging each other the entire freakin' time, but you sure as heck didn't make it feel that way. This is especially exemplified by the fact that I ordered salmon at The Keg, a place known for STEAKS. That aside, I thought we had good conversation and I definitely wanted to get to know you more. But....

When the date ended, we didn't kiss. This of course convinced me that the date was a disaster and that was definitely the first and last time we would see each other. I even reported back to Brandon that I blew it, that I wasn't sure about how it went, and that you wouldn't want to see me again.

Guess I should have been a bit more optimistic! It didn't take you too long to let me know that things went well but that you hope it's a more physical next time (forward much, Kate?!?). While I was relieved that it turned out you did want to see me again, part of me wondered if it was possibly only to find out if you were a human or a zombie.

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