Tinderella

It all started, ironically, when I joined Tinder. Made a profile, swiped right a few times. I chatted with some guys. But one dude stood out from all the others. I remember the first thing he said to me was "If you could be any animal, what animal would you be?" I said something lame but the point is he caught my attention.

Anyway, so we're talking about all kinds of crap. And it turns out he was also a recreational drug user and we sort of just clicked. I was super nervous and didn't want to meet him the first night we talked. Honestly, it's a very awkward thing. Online dating or whatever. You just look at photos of guys, click on the ones you think are cute. You chat and meet and what? Yeah, that's super awkward.

So the next night he says he wants to pick me up. Obviously, I asked all the important questions and found it all rather reasonable and safe! Okay, so he picks me up and he's in this truck. Relax, it's not his truck lol. He was hot, blonde, blue-eyed and buff. Nothing super juicy happened that night, we just drove around and talked. I lit cigarette after cigarette to help keep my nerves down!

Fast forward to the next time I saw him. He picked me up and brought me to his place. I got a little tour while we drank beers and spoke. Of course, me being me, I get a little... let's say tipsy from 3. So we're talking and he tells me he's moving back to where he grew up. But huge bomb about to be dropped: he was moving away in three days!

I don't really remember how I felt about it at the time. I don't even remember what I said. I just know we were vibing and I started wondering why he hadn't tried to kiss me yet.

The alcohol might've made me a little bolder but I did it. I leaned in and he started leaning in with me and we started kissing. I didn't plan to have sex. It was just the kind of sex that flowed. We kissed and kissed and just got really into it. Clothes started coming off, I was doing things. He was doing sooo many things and before I knew it, I was having sex with this hot ass man!

We finished right in time because his friends came in when we were putting our clothes on. Yep.. I was THAT girl. The girl a guy met on Tinder and had sex with. And I had to sober up to that reality.

I ended up hitting it off with one of his friends because, surprise, surprise: we live in a small world. His friend went to the same exact school I went to, had the same teachers and stayed in the same place as me!

His friends approved and it looked like he was enjoying that they did. He kissed me, played with my hair. I was already in way over my head. To make matters worse, I slept over that night. He held me in his arms the entire time. What makes that even cuter is that he wasn't sleeping well and was awake most of the night. But think about it. The whole night he held me.

We woke up in a hurry to both get ready for work. Although we were having completely different days. I was going on my third day of work and he was on his last. We laughed and exchanged looks. And I watched him, I took pictures. So many pictures because I wanted to remember him.

I wanted to be able to look back at the way he smiled at me. The words he said to me. I even recorded him coming to me playfully, wanting to get the smoke from my mouth that I had inhaled from my cigarette. We shared so many beautiful little moments.

After work, we showered together at his place. We had sex, twice. I dressed in his clothes and he left to get us food. His friends came up to his room and we all talked. We decided to go downstairs for a smoke and that's when I saw him. He was talking to a girl and getting into her car. He looked up and saw me and gave me a look but proceeded to get into the car.

He texted me "No big deal, right? I'll be right back." Ugh, I swear I still don't even know what that meant. I just know I felt awful. I was standing there in his t-shirt with his friends and he had just left with a girl. Fucking nuts and intense x1000. Not to mention I had developed some type of feelings for this player.

Anyway, so he came back an hour later with food and alcohol. Walked straight up to me with the girl by his side and kissed me. I'm talking full on make out scene! Naturally, I felt better and ended up getting super drunk with him and his friend. The one I actually enjoyed talking to.

We had some more sex that night. Then we stayed up talking for hours. He dropped me off at work in the morning. Gave me a kiss and we said goodbye. There was never any talk about when we would see each other again. I made myself busy and of course, we started playing the famous game of "Who's Texting Who First?"

I won, of course. He texted me and we exchanged flirty texts. We joked around until, like most things, it died down. Our tone slowly became serious. Like snapping back into reality. We came to an agreement that we wouldn't make it a bigger deal than it was. He was leaving, and I was just starting a new job.

And that was that. He went back home and we stayed in touch for a few weeks. The fire stopped burning and we moved on. I became friends with his friend. He ended up falling in love with me and we had a falling out.

Tinder, man.