Tinder Take 14: College Crush

Dear Crush,

I'm grinning ear to ear as I begin to write this.

Your picture popped up on Tinder and I froze.  No way.  Old crush from college that may or may not remember who I am.  Right swipe.

A few hours later I receive the notification that never gets old, "Congratulations!  You have a new match!"  There you are in all your adorable hipster glory.  Your tagline is, "Loud, endearing, doting, flawed, emotional and sensitive to criticism, but young and full of fire and brimming with inspiration."  I may or may not already love you for that alone.  I went to art school and am a sucker for the creative romanticised life that comes along with that type.

I begin with, "I would say it's a small world, but looks like it isn't."  A brief chat to catch up and I give you my number.  You text me immediately.  Very cute...and endearing might I add.

Let's take a trip down memory lane...

I wonder how I can't manage to find my keys at times, but have the most vivid memories.  There was a bodega everyone called The Candy Shop by my college where we all bought beer and cigarettes.  I have the clearest memory of running into you and your ex there one night.  She was a friendly acquaintance and I admitted to having such a crush on you that night and basically congratulating her on dating you.  Last night as you were asking if I knew any of your college friends you admit to being flattered that I knew who you were regardless of not running with the same circle.  I'll share this story with you eventually, but admitting to googling you right off the bat may be enough for now.

Back to present day...

On a lovely summer night I have enlisted my two supportive friends to hit golf balls at Chelsea Piers.  Gotta practice up for Lucky.   A little texting here and there and we meet up in our (conveniently lives a few blocks away) neighborhood.  You are exactly as I remember and I immediately feel at ease.

3 drinks and a shared burger later I have stars in my eyes.  I can count the amount of times I've felt this relaxed on a "first date" on one hand.  After getting the check you offer to walk me home.  Obviously, I accept.  We cross the street and begin down the block as you take my hand.  I.  Can't.  Think.

I invite you in.  Shoes and clothes EVERYWHERE.  Unmade bed.  I've been told I live like a bachelor on several occasions.  Not dirty, but MESSY.  You make fun of me.  Deserved.

We have a beer in my yard and continue the uninterrupted conversation.

This is when the shared details end, but let's just say your alarm gave me a mild heart attack this morning.

I smile when your name pops up on my phone and I even moved the other standing Tinders around so I can see you again tomorrow.

You're a breath of fresh air Crush.  I can't wait to see where this goes.

xoxo
BWinTBC