h2>Dating : I Never Washed the Grapes
I distinctly remember Matthew’s bio being along the lines of “I could pop it, lock it AND drop it and if that’s not enough for you to consider me as an option, I don’t know what is” or something like that… that made him seem charismatic to me and not to mention, his pictures weren’t all that bad. My favorite one was a picture that was taken of him looking at his laptop with good hair and an impressive nose, perhaps in a school setting doing his homework? YUM! There was also one of him seemingly talking about an art piece while standing in front of it and another one that wasn’t him, but of something he’s passionate about. Fractals. What are those, you ask? Literally don’t ask me. At least he’s not into robbing old lady’s purses I guess, at least I don’t think he is… Matt!!?
I reply to his advance by telling him that I would be an octopus and he was all about this idea. Later that day I saw a cartoon book about an octopus on display at my job… coincidence much? I used this to get his snapchat. I HAD to show him! Even though he had my snapchat, he would still message me on tinder, consistently. I think consistency is what separated Matthew from the rest of my tinder matches, to be honest — so tinder girls/boys, if you’re reading this, badger ya lovers everyday (only if it’s warranted that is!). Evidently, he was trying to give me his number which ended up really kicking off the relationship. We texted for a couple days, maybe weeks. I’m assuming he was good at conversation because one day I decided to call him up… UNHEARD of, I know!
Eventually Matthew, who I forgot to mention conveniently lives in another state, offered to come visit me on his way down to a concert he was going to in New York. This was very foreign idea to me being that I never saw myself meeting up with someone I met online who has no other social ties related to mine. I think at this point I was tossing the idea around in my brain because I asked my friends for advice on whether or not this was a good idea. As expected, they were skeptical and even worried for my life which was apparently contagious, making me doubtful and even critical of all my choices leading up to that very moment.
After weighing the pros and cons (see: have fun with a new friend at the potential cost of my life? Sure, no problem at all!), I came to the conclusion that I should leave my comfort zone once and a while, maybe even let a male in even though the outcome is uncertain.
After all, my sister told me that the grapes we eat are filthy and probably have bacteria on them, she always suggested I washed them. I never washed the grapes. I’m still fine.
The day Matthew was coming down, I assumed my parents wouldn’t be home. I knew that there was no way in ‘H-E-double hockey sticks’ that they would approve or condone anything like this. My plan was just to hop in the car and come back without them ever knowing a thing. Just my luck, we know how it goes, my dad was home and asked where I was going all dressed up at 10am (I was wearing overalls BTW). I said I was going longboarding which wasn’t exactly a lie as we were, but I just didn’t state with who thinking he wouldn’t ask… UNTIL he did ask, “WITH WHO!?” Literally only this could happen to me. My mind raced as if trying to figure out a complex equation, but instead of trying to find the square root of pi, I was trying to decide if I should lie or not. I had a split second to think and I blurted out “with Matt!” shocking both myself and my dad. In that second, I knew that there is no reason to lie because no matter what, Matt was going to show up in the driveway any minute, so it was what it was.
At last, I went on a d8 with Matthew!
