So like all of us in the modern world with our pretend busy lives and our pretend busy schedules, I enlisted in a little technological help in finding a companion, the app we all know and love, tinder. I had used it on and off with varying success since I'd move here in January and in July, I swiped right on who I thought was a cute albeit short BLONDE American.
I didn't know how to take him, his grammar was atrocious, and I quickly found out that my blonde ambitions were shattered by the revelation that he was in actuality a ginger.
Our upbringing was noticeably different he had his life figured out I was very much floating around trying to figure things out but somehow through his off hand sexual innuendos and out right blunt demeanor, I found him charming and we went on our first date. Our first date was interesting to say the least. We actually ran into a guy that I had a crush on and spent the entirety of it with him. Couple of bottles of champagne later (as is my style) we retired to S's where he fed me microwave M and S curry (the likes of which I normally snub my culinary nose to) and all I remember is feeling of complete and utter contentment. This boy that I had just met had kept me smiling through the entirety of the night. Happy like I hadn't felt happy for a long time just being comfortable in the company of someone else, and more importantly myself.
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