Don’t go just yet. I need to say this.
Two days ago, we matched on tinder and it was the funniest, smoothest conversation I’ve had. When you told me then that you’d be flying in two days, I knew I had to make it happen. And it’s crazy because it’s not my thing to just meet people on a whim. I was scared, yes. You could’ve stood me up or secretly have been a 60-year-old man. Hah.
But then we met. For the first time. On Valentines. God, you looked so pretty. And then you started talking and everything was so so good. Yknow, I was really worried it would be an awkward dinner — I haven’t done this in awhile. But you made it so easy. We were exchanging stories and you remembered little details from our texting. It was really sweet. And now that I’m thinking about it, I really really did enjoy myself with you.
And after our very nice dinner (I’m taking you out next time), we met your friends. And usually, my dates get embarrassed introducing me. But you weren’t embarrassed at all. It was nice to know you were comfortable and you were including me in every conversation.
And I’m quite upset that you’re leaving now. You’ll only be back in March. And I know it’s a good sign that you asked if I was interested to hang when youre back and if I wanted anything. But I know how this usually goes. As much as I want to get excited and hopeful… the trend is that I dont get to keep the good ones. And you’re so so so good.
So before you go, I just wanted to say that, I know yesterday mightve been something small to you. But it was perfect for me. It was the best date I’ve had. Thanks for giving me a good evening to look back to.