After many romantic let-downs I finally had a date with someone who seemed to be perfect for me. If you want to know the whole truth it was actually…. a Tinder date. There you go, I said it! The T-Word. Not exactly the rom-com love story you dream about telling your grandchildren, but I suppose that’s how our society works these days. It’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of though. Online dating is just a modern tool for meeting people in our increasingly busy and loud world. It definitely doesn’t define you, or the love story you’re going to create. The magic often comes later.
So damn nervous
I was nervous that day, so damn nervous. To calm down before our date I had to go for a run. Unfortunately, it didn’t help much. I went to work in the afternoon but I couldn’t think about anything else. As I took the subway my heart started beating faster and faster. When I arrived at the bar I opened the door and immediately saw her. As I walked toward her I tried to hide my stress and be cool. She did the same, but she was way better at it than I was!
This wasn’t a typical blind date – my friend Dana was organizing a pop up in a vegan café and I thought it would be a unique first meeting. My mysterious date was alone and I arrived with friends. Our table was full of different people from all over the world, the atmosphere was casual, and we almost didn’t talk to each other at first. I guess it was my subconscious strategy to hide my nerves.
We had delicious vegan Mexican food and white wine. Even though she was sitting next to me I couldn’t bring myself to start a conversation. She talked to my friends, I talked to my other friends… I honestly felt like a teenager. The voice in my head kept saying, “Come on girl, this isn’t your first date, you’ve been through this, you can do it!” but the nerves kept winning.
The wine helped
A few hours later some of my friends were leaving and everyone was hugging her like they had known each other forever, but I still hadn’t talked to her. I tried to flirt in a sneaky way by ordering her another glass of wine. She was surprised but she smiled at me, so I kept ordering.
As the evening passed, there were fewer and fewer people. I became increasingly tipsy and because of my flirtatious wine ordering, she seemed to be in the same condition. It gave me more courage so I started to talk to her more and more. There were just four people left by that time and I decided to hold her hand – she let me get closer.
The last of my friends decided to go home, leaving us alone. Just the two of us. Finally! I couldn’t stop smiling. Her blue eyes, her red lips, the music, the magic of the night… So I mustered up the courage and just kissed her.
What an incredible feeling… Our lips met for the first time and we couldn’t bring ourselves to end it. We couldn’t stop, we instantly forgot about everyone else in the bar, and that people might see and judge us. We didn’t care, we were in our own world, and what a wonderful world it was.
“Hey you lost your wallet”
After a while we were the two only people left in the bar. The bar keepers actually wanted to close up but we didn’t even realize it. Once they let us know we left and continued kissing outside. We walked hand in hand and some guy shouted something at us. We didn’t pay attention because we’re used to getting sexist and/or homophobic comments in the street.
He kept yelling and I finally understood that he was trying to help; Mimi’s wallet had fallen on the ground as we were walking. Was she distracted by her feelings or by the alcohol? Probably both. We laughed and felt grateful. The loss of her purse could have really ruined the night.
Last drink or goodbye?
She asked which bus I was taking home and when the bus came, she followed me onto it. We were getting closer to my apartment and I still didn’t know if I should invite her for a last drink – I didn’t.
I kissed her goodbye and bravely went home. I thought she had done the same. She had been living with her mother at the time, not far from Berlin. Months later, I found out that she had to wait three hours at the train station because there were no trains until morning! She knew that would be the case so I was shocked and asked her why she spent the night with me, instead of leaving the bar in time to catch the last train. She said she didn’t want to miss out on one second with me. That it could have been 5,6,7,8 hours, or even 2 days: she would have done the same thing…
That’s the woman I met that night. The woman I fell in love with.
Written by Zoé
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