I made profiles on some online dating sites and apps. And of course, almost every message I received was something perverted and rude. A couple seemed nice at first, then became like the rest.
Then I finally received an interesting message that deserved a response.
A man asking about what my relationship status meant, who then thought what he had said may have seemed rude and apologized. And it all started there. We messaged and texted for a few days and then met for the first time this past Tuesday.
We met up at Pioneer Square in Downtown Portland. He was an hour late due to traffic and felt bad about it, but then we spent the next FIVE hours wandering around the streets of Portland. He introduced me to some music he liked that I fell for quickly and have really loved listening to.
At the end of our first date, we went back to where we'd met up so I could catch the MAX home. After waiting and talking for a bit, he asked for permission to kiss me. Which I gave because we'd had a great time and connected well. And because I loved that he'd asked first, although I wish he had asked sooner. As soon as I'd left, I couldn't wait to see him again. Which thankfully, was the next day.
I love that he's brainy and brilliant, but doesn't look like a nerd type. He's got a good sense of humor, a great taste in music and literature. It felt amazing to stretch the wings of my intellectual mind, that often stay furled on a day-to-day basis, because it's not needed.
He's 34, lives in Vancouver, has a degree. I'd never really been interested in older partners, but wow! He's so easy to talk to on every level. He makes me feel unique and intelligent and beautiful.
Most guys I've talked to say crap like 'I'm so horny, you wanna screw?'. He says things like 'I want to kiss you so bad, I've got knots in my stomach.'. I feel wanted, but in no way in a degrading or disrespectful way.
I don't know where this will lead in my poly-amorous life, but I want it to continue. I do wish I could contact him easier, like talk on the phone some time, but every message makes me smile. We've seen each other three times now and I'm counting down until the unknown next time.
Oh, and another favorite thing! He calls me 'love' sometimes as a pet name, and tells me he adores me. I am so glad that I met him, cannot believe my luck at how well we get along. Maybe eventually I'll have enough courage to kiss him first.
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