It is surprising that anything surprises me when it comes to dating and relationships. I find it surprising that I can still be surprised.
Yet with technology making our world so incredibly new I can. Beware it. My ex and I broke up a few months ago, and since then I have been dipping back in the dating pool, mostly in Buenos Aires.
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We start messaging, and then, the other person asks for my Whatsapp to communicate. This story starts with a man I met a man on Tinder. If you are an intuitive person, you can tell a lot from a face. We started messaging and it was delightful. He asked beautiful questions. The kinds of questions that I dream of men asking, because really, I think all we want in a relationship is to be known.
To be seen. To be cared about, yes, loved. He would send questions late into the night, and each question brought an exciting ding. So this was fun, it almost felt like we were falling in love like that famous promise that you can accelerate intimacy by asking and answering the right questions, and then, you will fall in love. But that idea presupposes eye contact. After a couple weeks, I realized I was the only one trying to make the virtual actual.
Dates, we would call them. In-person meetings. Getting to know each other in the flesh? Although we did meet three times and had a great time on each occasion, I was the only one initiating the dates. And it became increasingly impossible to meet in person. It was very strange.
