#tindermistakes

I should probably start here. Seems like a good enough place. The only problem, is that the beginning of this shitty story, is that it starts now, at age 21, and you’ll be missing lots of background information. I’ll try to fill you in as I go. 

I already have some catching up to do. I’ve abandoned my other tumblr accounts. It seems suiting. 

So. August 2, I broke up with my boyfriend of three years and I was way too okay with it. That should have been my first sign I was about to become something else. 

He’d been treating me like shit. Not abusive or anything, but less than dirt. No time for me. Cheated on me. Numerous time. And I stayed, until I couldn’t. The straw that broke the camel’s back was when he pierced his ears. It seems stupid to break up with someone because they pierced theirs ears, but that is only the tip of the ice berg.

I thought I was going to marry this guy. 

Everything was fine, until it wasn’t. 

We broke up. Tornados ravaged Michigan that day. I was caught in one of those tornados, in a car, and the only place I could think to go was to my now ex’s friend’s house because I was not in my own town. He of course, didn’t answer the phone. 

I waited the tornado out in a park. Super safe, right? Yeah. Just the beginning of my horrible decision making skills. 

I created a tinder profile. I matched with one of the first guys I came across. Let’s call him R. R was my ex’s fraternity brother who had graduated, and therefore I had never met him. Talk about awkward. 

R figured out that I knew a bunch of people in his fraternity, so I explained my ex, let’s call him T, had been in that fraternity. R didn’t give a fuck, so I didn’t either. R and I talked all week, on and off, via text. We decided to meet up. He lives 45 minutes away, and I went over there six days after we matched, after my break up. We definitely fucked. 

This is extremely not me. Or so I thought. R was my first ever hook up, and damn was he cute. Nice ass, too. R was the complete opposite of T. Same fraternity, but T was always clean shaven, tall, no tattoos, and didn’t smoke. R is my height, which I find oddly delightful, has facial hair, tattoos-14 I think, and smokes. 

But what the hell. 

And wouldn’t ya know it, I started to catch the feels. But that’s for later. 

R doesn’t text me regularly. Never has. After the hook up, it became a lot more consistent, and then the texting stopped. So I just thought he was done with me, and had only been talking to me to be nice because sex. Which I figured would happen, and I was okay with that. Then he comes back full force from out of no where, and then disappears again. It’s strange. This new life of mine is strange. 

R invited me to a welcome weekend party at his university-T and I had an LDR-and I had had a long week and wanted some sex, so I was like “sure.”

I get there, and he ignores me for an hour at least. That’s when I run into N. N was T’s roommate and best friend before T became a douche. N is always fun to party with, and he’s always been so nice. N invited me to hang out at his place, and I truly did not expect things to go the way they did. 

N was way more drunk than I was. I had only had half a beer when I found him, and he made me drink two frozen margaritas. I was catching up, but I was NOT on his level. N is a goofy, fun guy. I was excited, we never got to hang out one-on-one. Only, I did not know we would literally be one-on-one. Lord.

N wanted to fight me. Like physically fight me, which I found hilarious. I was a wrestler in high school, and even though I’m grossly out of shape, I know I could bend this kid in half. I played along, I mean, the man was drunk. Next thing I know, he goes from playfully punching my arm to lustfully punching my tongue with his. 

Alright, a little make out sesh. I can handle that. 

Nope. There go the clothes. Really not going where I thought it would. 

So, being drunk really seems to help people, men, in the stamina department if the level of drunk is just right, or so it seems from my experiences. 

We got busy. R texts me, but I’m preoccupied, so he gets ignored. An hour later, R calls me. Turns out, I’m still busy. Whoops. And truthfully, I kinda wanted to leave N to hang out with R. I was getting bored. I’ve never had an orgasm, but it certainly was not about to happen this night. Trust me, it wasn’t bad or anything like that, but we had literally been going at it over an hour and a half, we were soaked with sweat, and it was becoming more work than fun. 

N is pretty close to R and T’s fraternity. We’ll call them Frat XYZ. N has roommates from XYZ. As you can see, I was weaving myself a terribly dangerous little web. 

When N finally decided he needed to go to bed at like 3:50 am, we called it quits, and I tried to sneak out before anyone knew it was me. But they knew. 

I walked 5 blocks in the middle of the night, in the rain, back to my car and drove 45 minutes back home. I texted R and apologized for disappearing and he was pretty pissed. He apparently looked for me for an hour and a half. He asked where I went and I just told him that I ran into some people I knew and hung out with them and didn’t hear or feel my phone go off. Mostly not lies. 

R said I owed him and would have to make it up to him. I agreed, but more than he knew. It’s not like R and I are a thing, but I still did a shitty thing. He also left me alone at a party I knew no one at/everyone who did know me hated me because T and I broke up. 

R and I talked on and off like usual. We talked even more the last week. We made tentative plans to hang out over labor day weekend. The weekend arrived, he stopped texting. Normally I just wait until he texts me again, but I wanted to see him. I texted him Friday night. No response. Sunday afternoon.  No response. 

I have a feeling he found out about N and I. I’m not surprised, but I’m also not pleased. Like did I do a shitty thing? Yeah. But did I cheat? No. We aren’t a thing. He made that super clear after our first/only hook up because he had had a bad experience in his last relationship.