we all know the saying ‘it’ll happen when you least expect it!’ but in relation to my dating life, i’ve always said 'well i’ve been 'least expecting it’ for years + it’s never happened!’ so that saying has been a farce in my book, until last night.
i matched with a guy on tinder last week, we sent a couple messages, then moved over to text. up until yesterday we’d only had a few exchanges, but had been unable to align our schedules to meet. we had running/tough mudder/love of beer in common, so all was good. he won [major] points for following up on tentative plans after being away for work all week, so we set the place + time.
i walked in a few minutes late + he had already texted to ask what kind of beer i’d like, so there was a beer waiting. first of all, he was even more attractive in person [tall, with an amazingly rugged beard, beautiful eyes] + we hit it off immediately. i made him laugh, he made me laugh. we began talking about what brought us to tinder, he brought up the fact that he was divorced + had a 5 year old daughter, which opened the door for me to tell him about rhyan. there was almost a sense of relief for both of us, and everything flowed from there. we just got each other. the date didn’t end until midnight, and it truly was the most refreshing time i’ve had with a guy in awhile. there were so many commonalities + it was obvious we enjoyed each others company. he walked me to my car and we hugged goodbye, casually saying we’d do it again soon.
i found myself giddy this morning, with a renewed sense that good guys do still exist. which is why i said, this date had me thinking the whole 'when you least expect it’ saying could [in fact] be true.