After letting our Tinder conversation fizzle back in December, I didn’t really think much about Matt for a while. Then, sometime around Valentine’s Day, I saw him in my Tinder feed again. I realized that that meant either he had deleted Tinder and come back, or he’d unmatched us after I let conversation fizzle. “Well, I have to know if he swiped right on me again.” I thought. “It’s a Match!” popped up on my screen and I smiled. I decided to send him a message, I wanted to make sure he remembered who I was, so I mentioned things we had talked about before.
From that point on, we talked on Tinder pretty consistently. At night, he’d say “I’ll talk to you tomorrow!” and I loved knowing that I’d hear from him again. Eventually, we exchanged phone numbers and started texting frequently.
At the end of February, my friend Steph and I took a spontaneous weekend trip to California. During that trip, I was texting two guys from Tinder; Matt and one other. (We’re going to call him Kevin.) One blissful California night as Steph and I were walking around the LA temple, Matt asked me on a date for when I got back the next week. Steph and I talked about how excited I was and how I also hoped that Kevin would ask me on a date too.
When we got back from California, Kevin called and asked me on a date for that weekend. Which meant I had a date with Matt on Wednesday night and date with Kevin on Friday night. My friend, Dustin, asked me which date I was more excited for and I remember telling him that I liked talking to both guys and thought they were great, but that I was pretty sure Kevin would be the one I was interested in.
Wednesday night came and Matt showed up on my doorstep right on time. (He knew two of my best friends and they assured me it would be safe to tell him where I lived, so I did. #tindersafety) I’d had a cold that left me with an awful plugged ear and I found out pretty quickly that Matt is a pretty soft speaker. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to hear him for the entire date and got really nervous that it would be awkward.
We got to Kneaders and ordered our cheesecake and picked a table for two right by the window. He and I talked for three hours with me leaning in the entire time in order to hear him. (Hey-a, Luce! This guy bothering you? …it looks like he’s leaning. Okay, sorry for the distraction. back to the story.) We kept asking each other questions and at some point, I remember thinking “he just keeps talking… I’m pretty sure it’s because he doesn’t want this date to end…” and I thought that was pretty cute. As we walked up to my doorstep, he asked if I wanted to go shooting with him and some friends that Saturday. “Ooh, second date and we haven’t even said good night yet, this is good!” I thought, and told him I would love to.
We hugged and said good bye. I walked inside and realized that I didn’t know if I wanted to marry him yet. Okay, I understand how silly that sounds, but lets be honest – I was the kind of girl who would ‘decide’ either “yep, I could marry him some day” or “nope, let’s never talk again, please” after one date. But this time I didn’t know. All I knew was that I had had a great time and I wanted to see him again. And I felt like he genuinely wanted to see me again. And that felt good.
We texted pretty consistently the next couple of days minus the time we were sleeping and the time on Friday night when I went on the date with Kevin. I sent Matt one last response before Kevin picked me up and wondered if Matt would notice if I stopped responding for a while.
Kevin and I went bowling. He was just as handsome as he looked on Tinder, kind, charming, and a good date. I was definitely enjoying myself, but somewhere around frame 4 or 5 I thought, “This is fun, but I kind of wish I was with that Matt kid…” The thought kind of surprised me, but I put it in the back of my mind and tried to focus on the rest of the date with Kevin. After bowling, we got ice cream and talked. I enjoyed our conversation, but I still had Matt in the back of my mind and I was anxious to text him again.
After a while, Kevin took me home and walked me to my door. I thanked him and went inside and texted Matt. And then I sent Kevin an after-date text to thank him and let him know I’d had a good time. And then I kept texting Matt. The next day, when my friend Dustin asked me how my date with Kevin had gone, I said “Well, it was good… but I think I actually like Matt more.”