As Tinder-ella I am pretty sure that at some point in everyone’s life they think about the kind of partner they want and imagine the love they will share. Some people watch movies and long to have that, others read about it and then there are those like me, the ones who are lucky enough to witness true love first hand and know that they don’t want to settle for anything less.
My parents were my inspiration, they were my reason for not settling. I wanted the butterflies, the contentment, the friendship and the love that grows daily. I want to raise children who look at their parents and know they love each other, that they are happy together and not craving something else.
Over time I became disillusioned, maybe I wasn’t meant to find someone and instead just focus on others and playing matchmaker to friends and family. I became content with single life and at times found myself talking about how great it was. Now when I look back I realise that more often than not I was trying to convince myself.
Late last year after a lot of questioning from friends and family about my love life I finally decided to give Tinder a go.
At first I found myself approached by creeps who seemed to use the app for hook-ups and I must admit this left me disheartened and meant that I didn’t use the app seriously. I would find myself only really swiping on it when i had been out drinking with friends and then regretting all my swipes the very next day.
But then one day whilst on a break at work I came across a profile that made me want to know more and uncharacteristically of me I made the first approach. Before I knew it we were messaging daily and I was excited when my phone lit up with a new message. Two days before Christmas I built up the courage to message the mobile number that had been sent to me a few days previous.
If I am being completely honest I found Tinder a safe environment, you could talk to people without swapping personal information and if they got too much you could block them. My worry was that once numbers had been exchanged I would lose my security blanket. But something felt right with him and with encouragement from my parents I sent a message from my phone.
Over the christmas period we messaged from first waking to going to bed and I was honest, if not at times a little too honest. I went with the theory if I laid out my flaws and he still spoke to me then this was someone I wanted to meet and when the discussion turned to meeting face to face I committed to a date.
Then on the 29th of December I received a message asking if i wanted to meet sooner and before my nerves could kick in I agreed to meet him the next day.
If anyone had of told me that that date would go the way it did I would’ve laughed in their face. Because pretty much every first date I had ever been on had seen me face some sort of disaster. From the lad with the nervous knees who knocked the table and spilt all the drinks, to the one who kept messaging saying he was running late and turned up an hour and a half later, not forgetting the lad who told me if it didn’t work out he was going to ask the waitress out. These are just a few of my dating disasters….
So imagine my surprise to turn up at Birmingham Central Library on the 30th at 10:30 to meet the exact person I had been talking to on Tinder, not a single catfish involved. And then carry on our date throughout the day and evening, heading home at 21:00 hours.
The next few days were a whirlwind that saw him meet some of my friends on NYE and then my parents, brother, sister in law and niece on New Years Day.
I was amazed at how quickly I felt comfortable around him and how much I found myself smiling. a matter of months after knowing him I knew I had found what I had been waiting for.
Now nearly 11 months later I wonder how I would’ve got through the days without him. Losing my dad saw me change and at times not for the better but thankfully through it all he stood by me, holding my hand, hugging me or stroking my hair.
Through everything that has happened I am happy that my dad and he got the chance to know and like each other, but most of all I am pleased that my dad knew how happy he made me.
It has taken me time to write this post, to sit down and feel ready to introduce my blogging life to another aspect of my private life. I haven’t held back because I wasn’t sure of my feelings but merely with everything that has happened these past months, I wanted to make sure that he was ready for me to mention him because as you all know I am prone to babbling and I know for a fact I have many more posts to share to do with him.
So ladies and gentleman allow me to introduce you to Adam, the man that made me realise my heart could beat in a completely different way!