I was going through a hoe phase at the start of last year, and I’m not ashamed of it. I was swiping up a storm on tinder, matching with cuties all day long. There was one particular boy that took my eye. I remember seeing him around a lot, and I was excited that I could finally talk to him. Being the alpha skuxx I am, I messaged him first, which went down an absolute treat. After a week of high school-like texting, we went out for a drink. We sat and talked about the weirdest shit for hours, until the bar was finally closing up. I pulled my signature move of “Oh, my flat’s around the corner, wanna go get some ice-cream and watch Home Improvement?” which worked like an absolute charm.
We went home, ate our ice cream, but didn’t end up watching much Home Improvement. We started making out, cuddling, you know that shit. But we didn’t end up doing the grand finale. Instead, we stopped and talked about our feelings, past relationships, and also how I was on my period. He openly said, “I don’t want this to become a one-time thing; I think you’re really special,” which made me tear up a little bit, and we went to sleep.
I began to see more of him following our first date, which slowly turned into spending every day together. We did so many things, like getting coffee, going on day trips together, meeting each other’s parents all in the space of three weeks. I mean this boy held my hair back while I was throwing up literally 24 hours after I met him. I knew he was a keeper.
Less than a month in, we finally got around to watching Home Improvement. We were just having fun and laughing, and he started to say “I lov-” and trailed off. I immediately gave him shit for this, and he tried to cover it up with “I was going to say ‘like’!” I then said it back, it just felt so right and natural.
We’ve been dating ever since.
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