Oh waitโฆwrong tense. I dated someone. Last week. I know, right?! Ok, I lie. So, Hottie? Call Me, Maybe? Photo taken Sept during Oktoberfest. Or countries. Or moving. Dizzy, much? Me too. But my boyfriend of last week? Colin and I actually went on a real date. A mutual friend introduced us, and by friend, this is where it does get a little weird. Our friend Tinder Elijah is laughing at me right now.
First: Elijah is the one to blame for the discovery of Tinder, as it was he, that while visiting him at his home in San Diego, downloaded the app on my phone. He said it was fun and that I needed to catch up to the times. Whatever Elijah. How shallow can we get? Post college dating has been an adventure in itself for me; the private Christian schooled and sheltered child, thrown into a culture that takes marriage, and commitment, and sex so lightly.
It was sweet and innocent love. Cute and fun, like going to the park and swinging on the swings adorableness. Boyfriends rotated through my life during college, but there was that college love, the one that eventually broke my heart. At the time, I took J and our relationship for granted.
And I bring this up, because it does relate to my Tinder Boyfriend experience. The date was fun and fantastic, not because Colin and I are now in love, but because it took me back to college. Colin and I spent the afternoon of our date in Bellingham, walking around the college campus, making up stories about what our majors were, and in what class we met. We told each other about our summer vacation plans, kissed and cuddled in a treehouse like we were both 19 years old again.
It was fun. It was fun pretending. It was just innocently sweet. Handholding is sweet. Tree houses are fun. Kissing is cute. Rushing relationships is not any of those attributes. Our impending goodbye, which happened the same afternoon of the first date was dubbed a break up.
