First Date in a Pandemic

 

So, let me start off by saying that dates in a pandemic are the strangest thing. You can't really flirt by looking at someone's mouth as they're speaking, or hold their hand in public, and all you can do is look deeply into their eyes until you're basically drowning in the crystal clear sea of blue that are their eyes. At least that's what happened when I went on a date with--you guessed it--another Tinder match. 

I'm not sure why I seem to be attracted to women in the pre-med field. My ex is in pre-med (met her on Tinder), my really good friend who I met on Tinder is in pre-med, and this girl I went on a date with is in pre-med. (At this point Tinder should really consider sponsoring me.)

Anyways, I meet this girl at her place, and we walk allllll the damn way to Insomnia Cookies (which is like 20 minutes away from her place) in the scalding Louisiana heat. Walking dates are not the move when it's 35C and there isn't a single breeze in the air. But I guess walking and sweating together really brought us closer, somehow. 

So we walked back to her place, shared a single cookie (mind you we got like 4 different cookies) and then shortly after talking and eating said cookie, we made out on her couch. Now, I'm the type of person who constantly asks for consent, and when this girl let me kiss her neck...man I was in heaven. 

And then she leads me to her bedroom. She did this thing where she reached for my hand as she led me to her bedroom, like in a movie, and it felt almost surreal. It's also been a good minute since I've experienced anything that romantic, so I was probably just shook (does anyone still use that term?).

Anyways...after a bit of making out and slowly taking off each item of clothing, I end up topping her, which is very out of character for me, considering the fact that I'm used to bottoming. But since then, I've discovered that I do like topping, even though it was with someone new. Damn, it really took a Tinder hookup for me to realize that I'm a switch. 

Okay but here's the thing. She had never had sex before, and I wasn't sure how to feel about de-flowering her because well, a year ago I was a virgin and lost my V-card to a Tinder hookup (she was a hottie from Mississippi so it was well worth it but that's a story for a different time). But I did ask her if she was okay with a Tinder hookup being her first time, and she was okay with it. Part of me constantly wishes that my first time was like, well, her first time, because looking back on it, I kind of regret losing my virginity to someone I don't even talk to anymore. 

We did the deed like, twice, and then I felt like falling asleep in her arms but I couldn't. Because first of all, that's how you catch feelings, and secondly, it would've been weird to stay the night. So I left, very flustered. God, I really liked kissing her though. What a shame that she didn't hit me up before I got locked down. Unfortunately I forgot my favourite mask at her place, so that's probably something I'm not gonna get back for a while, hopefully. I mean, she hasn't really put much effort into texting me, and I'm trying to chase a check, not a girl, but let's see how it goes. 

Honestly, I'm just a clown for anyone who is a good kisser, so although there is no effort or enthusiasm in our texts, I just stay entertaining her for no good reason. 

I'll update y'all with what happens between us, but I will end this post with this statement: I low-key regret dipping into the Tulane pool. 

Catch my next post tomorrow, it's going to be an interesting one.

Stay safe out there, y'all. Drink your water and consume Vitamin C, wear a mask and keep your distance from people in public spaces!!