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On a dating app. Bumble or Plenty of Fish or Coffee Meets Bagel. I no longer remember.
I had just finished college and had proof and confidence that I had shed my desperation and insecurities. I was excited to date. Had intentions of dating a lot, sleeping around, finding a cool, low commitment consistent FWB or something.
I was set to be a menace and enjoy my heaux phase.
Tinder was full of bots, so I tried a few different apps, meta few girls, but hadn’t really hit it off with anyone. I knew I liked weird/off kilter/nerdy girls. That much was certain.
So when I saw her tagline, which specifically asked for facts about a certain, semi obscure animal, I (excuse the pun) pounced And that was the greatest mistake I ever made.
She was a weirdo, to be sure. But like, a cool one. Self-confident. Curvy. With similar cultural experiences as me and a lot of similar interests and tastes. And I like the way she thought about things. She felt the same way.
After our second date I didn’t wanna talk to other women. I didn’t wanna play the field or sleep around or build a ho-tation. I just wanted her I wanted her to like me, to think about me, to want me too.
We’ve been married for 6 years now. She’s still a lil goofy. Still very charming, very curious, and chubby curvy, and the person I most wanna hangout with on any given day.
Thanks all! I appreciate everyone who answered, especially those who provided a meaningful or nuanced response.
I framed my question in a specific way for a specific reason and got very useful insight about the vibe here, including how people interpreted the question.