The stories of finding true love via Tinder or your soul mate on Grindr are, understandably, fewer and further between.
She moved interstate and wasn't planning on being here for longer than a year and 7 months on there hasn't been a day go by that we haven't spoken or seen each other.
Now that it's been a year she isn't going anywhere..
When that early February came around, Willa and I had been together for about two and a half months. Now she was stressing me out a bit more, but I opted to not say anything about that. If you have a bad date story you'd love to share, feel free to comment on this post and share away (content policy still applies).
We thought it would be nice to take a weekend trip up to New Hampshire and Vermont. I just wanted to find the park and hopefully go on our hike and enjoy what I could of my time with the increasingly psychotic basketcase.
" By this time we were driving through a small town. When I did, Willa opened her door, grabbed her bag, and took off down the sidewalk. In her haste to leave, Willa's phone had fallen out of her pocket.
But they're out there, and you shared them with us. This couple met on Tinder, and it wasn't just for a one-night stand: I actually met my girlfriend on Tinder..
We then went for a walk around the park, watched a movie and got to know each other a little better.
She had broken up with her ex about a year beforehand who she had been in a long term relationship with and decided to get back into the dating game herself.
Seeing as leaving it on would require me leaving the key with a psychologically deteriorating nutjob, I opted to turn the car off and take the key with me. It was my hope that when I returned to the car, Willa would have clicked her temper down from 11 to anything less than 11. I gave her her phone and she stormed down to an Amtrak station that was close by. " The conductor replied, "It's going through Springfield," which is not at all near Boston. She said, "I'll ride back with you, but you have to understand that you can't go telling people that they stress you out.
Go fuck yourself." Should I turn the car off and allow her to sit in the cold or should I leave it on so she could stay warm? He lived a couple of states away so I really was Willa's one and only shot at making it home. We'll just go straight there and I'll bring you to your car–" "Give me my fucking phone, you fucking piece of shit," was Willa's response. She asked the conductor, "Is this train going to Boston?
Met a few women through RSVP and Oasis but usually didn't get any further than 1 or 2 dates at the most.
Got the "you're a nice guy, but I don't see us being anything more than friends" line more than I would have liked to have heard.
Willa liked blues dancing, playing her guitar, and had a great sense of humor. We found a snowy mountain and went on a little hike. * This is the last story I plan to post on the site ().