LOTS OF TEXT BELOW I KNOW
Kinda wish I would've been posting about this in the thread while it was happening if I'd known it'd actually end up where it is. But like a year ago I matched with a girl on Tinder and sent her a message, nothing back and I forgot about her, whatever. Couple weeks later I randomly remember her and sent her a youtube link to "Baby Come Back" or something. I was never expecting a response and every few weeks I'd send something like "All By Myself" and then another time I'd just link that scene from Say Anything with the kid outside the window with the boombox. You might think it's cringey shit but I thought it was silly and it amused me from time to time.
After literally 6 months, I just got a message from her that said "When is your birthday?" which is random as fuck, but it started a conversation. Talked for that day, then nothing for another week or two. 3 months and 4 conversations later (wow do we move slow) she sends me her number lol. We ended up having our first date 3 weeks ago and it was at a local rec center. Doesn't sound romantic at all at first lol, but it was actually cool walking around the soccer fields, sitting on the swings and messing around on the playground equipment. We were getting reminded of a lot of stories from our childhood being around that kind of stuff, so it ended up being a great way to have easy flowing conversation. We ended up deciding to do the same thing for our 2nd date. We hugged before she left at the first date, ended up having a nice make out session on the second one. I actually brought up the whole timeline of how drawn out it was to get there after we first had the first conversation months before, and she said it was mostly because she never actually met people and just had a bunch of profiles for laughs and boredom.
The third date was only really like a half date lol. She didn't feel like doing either of the things I suggested, so she said that if I lived closer she would just come over. She's like 35 minutes away, but was saying that because it was already like 8:30pm and she thought she wouldn't be able to stay too long. I told her she could stay as long as she wanted, so she was like aight and got ready to leave. She's told me that she struggles with anxiety before (like when she was awkward at first about the hug on the first date) and about 10 minutes before she got to my place she texts me saying that she's super nervous for no good reason and that if she freaks out, not to think anything of it. I reassure her and she gets here. I could see that she was fidgeting and distracted, and after like 20 minutes she just said, "I have to leave, I hope you don't think I hate you" and just walks out LOL
I was disappointed, but I didn't take it personally because she just suggested coming over, drove over a half hour to get here and even gave me the heads up. I knew she felt like shit about it and was probably super embarrassed. So I just stayed up late researching how to be a good support system for a partner with anxiety, looking up what to and what not to say, how to "be there" effectively and things like that. I texted her after she left telling her that I hope she got home safe, and in the morning I texted her again telling her that even though the night before didn't go as planned, I didn't think of her any differently and still wanted to see her again. She didn't answer either rofl, at least not for like another 12 hours.
When she answered, we talked and she was saying how in her head she was about the whole thing, and that she feels like I'm weirded out by her or think she's crazy or whatever. When I told her how I'd spent the night after she left, she basically melted and it was all good again.
2 nights ago was the 4th date and she ended up just coming over to my apartment. We chilled on the balcony for a while, walked around the lake with the fountains and went back inside. I'm the type of guy, as cliche as it is, that sometimes I'll randomly grab her or push her against a wall/car/tree and kiss her super intense, then relax and pull away slowly, then go back to whatever it is that we're doing. I know it's not like some "advanced" move, but she always gets super flustered and it's adorable. I have her against the wall as soon as we open the door and we do that fumbling, pulling off each other's clothes while trying to blindly make our way to the bedroom dance. We fucked for a good two hours, but nearly the entire first hour was slow building foreplay. She hates condoms, would rather be the pleasure giver than receiver, LOVES giving blowjobs (as in, she literally wrote "loves" in all caps) has a tongue ring and nipple piercings.
Small side question though: When you're with someone and it's getting heavy, do you guys ever feel like you wish you could just do more to someone? Like I'm inside her, we're kissing and our bodies are wrapped together but for some reason that doesn't feel like enough, but it's not like we can get any closer to each other. Like you just wish the human body had capabilities to take it even further somehow or something? I just felt like I couldn't get enough of her. I hope you guys understand what I mean lol
When we were done, she ended up staying over. I swear if you saw us sleeping you'd want to throw up it was so sickeningly sweet. We both slept completely naked, facing each other with our legs intertwined, our foreheads touching, holding one of each others hands near our waists, the other near our chests.
She doesn't get another day off till Wednesday, so I'll probably see her again then.