When I first met this dude from the Hinge app, I drove about an hour north to his momās house (where he lived) while she was out of town visiting his sisterās family for thanksgiving. I had talked to this dude for about a month on the phone (not text, actually hour-plus calls) cause he was a bit older and more old-fashioned (texting with him seemed like conversing with a dumb child).
First time we spoke on the phone was a full moon on Halloween night. He told me he loved me cause I think he was out late with friends doing drugs. (Obviously already a flag of some sort, but over the month conversing, he won me over.)
Now, to the in-person meeting: as I got out of my car at his house, I see this skinny, long-haired, shirtless hippy on the second story porch. He comes down the stairs to greet me, and we hug as Iām polite and do like him.
As I follow him up the stairs to his front door, I see his shorts are sagging quite a bit. I stared at his cute little butt crack the whole way upā¦ that entire first day/date was so crazy and awkward but also amazing and comfortable.
Fast forward to now, I am still āhomiesā with this dude over four years later, but definitely one of the most awkward experiences first meeting someone.
