“It was the worst of times; It was the best of times.” As puzzling as this quote and whole novel was to millions of people, I found myself trapped in a situation that could not be described any better than the way Sir Dickens said it. It was truly a paradox, a dream come true in the form of your worst nightmares. Let me start up by simply saying; I met this man on Tinder.
I don’t know if it were the magical cheeky streets of Barcelona, or the fact that the weather was perfect, and the beach was packed with six-pack studs and A-list models, or simply that I had one of the greatest hair days in years, but something made me wake up that morning feeling like a million bucks.
On paper (Tinder Profile), he was the jackpot. As soon as I swiped right, a match was notified, and it sent me straight to the 9th cloud. We chatted for hours; he had one of these classic-nerdy attitudes. Like a Starbucks poet-only this guy knew how to dress, speak, and have good hair days. Although he worked at a 6-8 boring job in an accounting firm, this guy had the buzz of a Kardashian.
Our first date was only meeting for a drink in a small bar on a street around the beach. What was supposed to be a 1-hour awkward outing with a stranger turned out to be one of the best dates I’ve had my whole life. Love at first sight? Maybe not, but something very close to it.
I was crushing like a teenage girl over a boy band hottie. Only it felt a hundred times better because It was possible to grasp the dream. We kept on walking for hours, talking about everything that came up in our heads. He was an amateur photographer and kept taking snaps of the city the whole way. We suddenly found ourselves finishing the entire city and back at the beach again by 10 pm. A kiss on the cheek and an hour later, just as I was heading out with the girls to have dinner, I found a text from Mr.Perfect.
“I miss you, let’s do this again, Now!” I couldn’t believe it, was it possible that men have decided to throw away all their emotional availability issues and finally be able to act the way they felt? Could this be a new era of my life or the whole dating scene where men became closer to human than ever?
20 texts and 20 minutes later, I found myself in the same bar ditching the girls and living a Barcelona dream. God those black curls hit my weak spot like rocket ships. As crazy and not advisable as this next move was, I did it feeling like pixie dust was in the air. We rented a small boat and decided to stay up late and watch the sunrise together. As both cheesy and dangerous as this sounds now, months after the endeavor, I assure you it felt like heaven doors were open and pleaded for me to come in and make myself at home.
It was 6 am, and I was mesmerized by God’s greatest paintings on earth, Him (because who cares about the sunrise). We were standing outside my hotel, acting flirty, goofy, crazy, or simply indescribably happy and deciding how to spend our life. Yes, you heard me. Less than 24 hours later, we were talking kids. It was like this man is the male version of Carrie Bradshaw, So out there.
How did that night end? Read the next sentence and you can only imagine the sound of my heart crushing like cornflakes in a kids mouth.
” I can’t do tomorrow before 9 pm. My wife and I are going fishing with her parents.” Although I am not a cardiologist, I could almost swear that a wave nearly identical to a heart attack shook my whole body. What did he mean? I was very hopelessly wishing a wife meant something else in his language. But no, first because we spoke the same language and second because he confirmed that he meant the general noun for; married to him.
Needless to say, he had a good slap in the face coming from an a crushed woman in her 20s’. I cried about it for an hour before I went to bed, with only one thought being repeated in my head; He was like a $5000 to-die-for shoes . A pair you kept staring at from the shop windows and dreaming you will be able to afford . You pass by one day to find out the shoes are now for $20. You search your pocket and wallet and bag and the entire house and discover you only have $19.5, and that my dear friends is exactly how helplessly crushed I felt.