To tell the love story of me and this wonderful man, I have to start with how my wife suddenly wanted a divorce. Well, suddenly to me I guess. We had been in couple’s therapy, but after 8.5 years I figured it was just a tough year. Really they were all tough years, but I was committed to figuring it out. But, here I was, being raged out of my home, begging on my knees, crying… but there was no hope.
I got an apartment, waking up in the middle of the night and early morning thinking, what happened? What the hell happened? How am I in an apartment? But I started to adjust. I followed the advice and stayed busy. About 5 weeks into this, I started getting curious about sleeping with a guy again. I’d had a boyfriend in college, but our sex life was always a bit weird. I don’t know… maybe we just weren’t that attracted to each other or something. I had started dating women at 21, and although I identified as bisexual, I had dated only 2 women in 16 years.
My curiosity got the best of me, and I started researching hook up culture, straight people, and men. It turned out to be ridiculously easy to get men interested in sleeping with me. Haha, I was rather naive about straight men. I considered my shortness and rather average looks and wasn’t sure a man would even be interested in me. Lesbian standards tend to be rather different in terms of what is attractive, and being somewhat more feminine, I was actually sometimes only attractive to women into that type of thing.
So, I settled on Tinder. Yeah. And I was boldly pronouncing a No Strings Attached relationship. After a 5 year, 6 year, and 9 year relationship, I suppose I wanted to have a my near mid-life crisis and go a little wild. And I did. I slept with a couple of duds, but it was enough for me to keep trying. There was a guy dressed up as a gangster in a fake old timey photo that said he was “looking for his partner in crime”. I thought it was funny and swiped. He asked me on a date. I accepted. I had no idea that it would lead to me meeting the love of my life…