Warning: This Contains Sexual Content.
Double Warning: I’m watching Lady Bird so if I seem like I’m leaning off topic, I’m just distracted.
Roughly, one month into moving to Georgia I started feeling lonely. Which surprises me because I’m a loner. Always, forever. Regardless, I was desperate for attention and I did what anybody else would do and joined Tinder. Right away, I received the usual creep messages but I stuck it out for a few days and hooked a good guy. Granted, he did start the message off with a cheesy pick up line and I’ll admit, it only got me a little bit. We decided to meet up at a restaurant and right away, our vibes matched up. We probably only hung out for about an hour to an hour and a half before going back to his hotel room. He’s only visiting Georgia for a few days, so this wasn’t going to be a long term thing which was exactly what I wanted. Now, I’ve always had a boundary up to not have sex with someone within a short term of knowing them, but I really wanted to (which caught me off guard). He was a gentleman from start to finish, so again, no regrets.
I left the hotel and made it home thinking he was probably just going to unmatch me and we’d move on from our lives. However, he messaged to make sure I made it home safe and even sent me a nice good morning text. Still, I can tell we probably won’t keep talking after he goes back to his hometown. Which is mutually okay with me.
The thing is, and this is the main reason I’m making this post, I felt like I really broke a boundary that I needed to break. This experience was integral to making new boundaries for my new relationship status. The experience was exciting and new which is one of the many things I’ve been hoping for in this move.