I met him 1 month ago, but it feels like we’ve known each other longer. After matching on Hinge, we squeezed 5 dates into 12 days before I left for the holidays.
Date 1: Started with beers, ended with ramen.
Date 2 (24 hours): Edibles at the NY Transit Museum, brunch at a diner, beers at a dive bar, spontaneous decision to join him at his friend’s party (where I made all his friends love me), pizza & sleepover at my place. (This is when he gave me the cold)
Date 3: He cooked me dinner at my apartment AND washed the dishes. That’s when I knew I’d found myself a Sauce Man.
Date 4: He came to my friend’s holiday brunch, where he met and impressed a few of my pals. He told me he deleted the apps, and I accidentally called myself his girlfriend (facepalm).
Date 5: Dinner and a movie.
*[I went home for the holidays for nearly 2 weeks, but we texted and video chatted plenty]*
Date 6-?: 48 hours with all of his friends (who I actually like just as much as him) at his family’s cabin for NYE. ‘Twas a grand ol’ time.
This past weekend, we/I decided that a normal enough amount of time had passed to call this what it is.
Name: Sauce Man
Age: 3.5 years older than me
Occupation: former physics teacher, works in education
Hometown: upstate NY
Hobbies: cooking, running, being really nice to me
I’ve been single for nearly 7 years, so I’m a little rusty when it comes to sharing myself with another human—but so far, so good. However, we’ll see what happens when I inevitably tell him about all of THIS…