Real love through Tinder, it is possible.

In my last blog post, I wrote that I still believed in real love, even after I got cheated on more than once.

At that time, I was already texting with a great guy through Tinder. It really clicked between us. We had our first date the next day.

When I drove towards the restaurant where we were going to meet, my gut told me that this could be my last first date ever. At the same time I felt a bit insecure, afraid to get hurt again.

I parked my car, I knew he was already there, since he sent me a text message telling me he arrived. When I got out of the car, I looked around, and there he was, standing on the other side of the road, waiting for me.

I just couldn’t believe my eyes…

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When I looked at him from the other side of the street, my heart skipped a beat. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I told myself to ‘act normal’, to try and hide those feelings, since I had no clue if they were mutual. I was protecting myself from getting hurt.

We kissed each other on the cheeks, and I remember thinking: ‘Wow, what a beautiful guy: tall, handsome, muscled, well dressed …and a real man.’

I was stunned by him.

I can’t remember that I ever felt this way before. I remember thinking: ‘don’t mess this up’.

We went inside (after trying about 4 doors to find the entry), he was gallant in the right way, with a cool edge. We sat down, and ordered some drinks.

Our conversation never once bored me. He listened well, but was very interesting himself too. He smelled great and I loved the look in his eyes. We ordered more drinks and kept talking.

When I went to the restroom the first time, I felt like I was walking on sunshine. I saw the look in his eyes, when I passed him by, and I knew he was really interested in me too.

We decided to have some lunch too, since we both still wanted to learn more about each other. His stories were very interesting and I remember thinking that I really wanted to learn more about him.

After lunch, when the waitress asked us of we wanted anything more, we were hesitating, while looking at each other. I said that I also brought my rainboots, in case we wanted to walk in the forest, but that we could also have another drink. He said that it was up to me. I decided to go for the walk.

While walking back to the car, we decided to drive in his car, together. We then drove to the nearby forest, parked the car and I changed into my Dutch, very ugly tulip rainboots. I remember thinking: ‘If he doesn’t like me because of some boots, he isn’t worth it’.

My Dutch, (U.S. bought) ugly tulip rainboots.

We crossed the road, and started to walk in the forest that I know pretty well. It felt great to walk next to him. I felt safe and protected.

At one point I decided to grab his hand, just because it felt as the right thing to do. Turns out, walking hand-in-hand with a much taller guy requires some practice. His steps were way bigger than mine and we tried following each others lead. He walked a bit slower, while I walked a bit faster.

While walking, he made sure I was safe. He warned me for putholes, water (no clue why, since I was wearing my ugly rainboots) and low hanging branches. He looked me in the eye, he still listened very well, asked me questions that made me think. Smiled, told me about his life.

At one point, he pulled me towards him, and kissed me.

It felt like lightning struck me. I became tingly all over my body, I am not sure how to describe it otherwise.

At that moment, there was nothing else in the world, but the two of us. Time was standing still.

We kept walking, talking and kissing. At one point I realized I had no clue where we were.

He had to go to work a bit later, which meant we had to find the car. I needed to use Google Maps to locate the car, in a forest where I had been many times before.

At one point I thought we had to go one way, he thought we had to go the other. In the end it turned out we both were wrong. We were only a few minutes from his car, but it somehow didn’t feel this way.

I took off my ugly boots, and sat next to him in his car. We drove back to my car, still talking, smiling and laughing. I am sure that if he didn’t have to go to work, we could have spent many more hours together.

When we arrived at the parking lot where my car was parked, I knew I was in love. We kissed, got out of the car, kissed again, talked, walked toward my car, kissed again. I just couldn’t get enough of him.

When he drove away, I knew real love still existed, and that we had found it, together.

Some people are very cynical about Tinder, but in my opinion there are people like him and me: people who are looking for real love, on there.

Sometimes those people are hard to find, in the middle of all the people who are looking for ONS, FWB and simply sex. But believe me: if you’re ready to go out and find yourself real love, keep trying. Don’t give up. It might take you numeral texts, several dates, but you learn something from all of them (about them and yourself). It might take you some courage, putting your heart out there, but in the end it is totally worth it.

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