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Originally Posted by nstringa
I was a heavy user of Tinder. It was about a year after Lola and I broke up when I landed on Jill’s profile on Tinder. Superliked her to make sure I had a higher chance of matching and bam! We matched on that very day. This is when the story gets exciting...
I didn’t really know her by then, so it was really just little conversations at first based on the little about what we knew about each other. Caught up a bit on life, talked a little about my ex and stuff like that. One night I was hanging with my friends at Cineleisure and everyone decided to call it a night and go home. I was quite bummed as I didn’t want to go home just yet, and I recalled that Jill lived alone somewhere near where I was. I dropped her a text.
(I'm going to bed now. I really want to recount the story to the best of my memory, so it's gonna take some time to write which I will do tomorrow. Meanwhile, let me know if you guys want me to recount any specifics. Cheers!)
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Next thing I knew, I was sitting at Starbucks waiting for her to arrive. I’d say I’m a bit socially awkward so I was sort of thinking how to break the ice when she’s here. That’s the first time we were meeting each other after weeks of texting and given our relationship with Lola, it was bound to be awkward. And sure as heck it was.
She took a while to arrive, which was great because it gave me time to compose myself. We were pretty cute at first I guess, each trying to find something to say so that it wouldn’t be awkward. I dubbed that moment as “coffee date at 1am” because that’s how late it was.
We got done with coffee and I steered the conversation to her place.
“Wait, didn’t you say you lived nearby? How did it take you quite some time to get here?”
“I was getting in bed when you texted me, so I had to doll up a bit. I walked here which took about another 15 minutes.”
Great
“Oh, where is it at? Must be a nice place since it’s in this area.”
“It’s at [redacted]. It’s not nice at all, it’s very small. There’s a pool though. We can go for a swim.”
“At this hour?? You’re such a weirdo. Is there anywhere nice we can chill around your place though? Or maybe I could walk you home?”
With that, I’m just a small stroll away from one of my best sexual encounters.