Everything is clearer when you're in love.
I am just hoping to meet someone who can discuss the world around them, is looking for more than just a date, and will cuddle on the couch and laugh with me. Will you be my partner in crime? If the answer is yes then message me and let's get lost together.
Sarcastic, sophisticated, witty, dorky, sensitive and free-spirited. Also a fan of adjectives.
I like to flirt with my prefer not to say.
...and why I now require a phone call before meeting anyone in real life.
Dating is hard enough without adding public embarrassment, security guards, and a runaway train. But here I am, surviving to tell the story. We all know dating comes with risks. Sometimes those risks are emotional, sometimes logistical, and occasionally — like in my case — they involve a fully grown adult collapsing in public places for no logical reason. I had high hopes for this date. We'd met on a dating app, and she seemed genuinely lovely. Our messages flowed effortlessly — witty, playful, even a little flirty in the best possible way. There's something magical about those early conversations where everything feels promising, like this could be the start of something real. In hindsight, I probably should have insisted on a phone call first. That simple, four-minute conversation could have prevented what will forever be filed under "Worst Date of My Entire Life." But no, I was caught in the intoxicating trap of good texting chemistry. And texting chemistry… lies.
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