That’s right, another white gentleman found an Asian woman on the internet. In the summer of 2016, Dom and I swiped right on each other, while casually sifting through profiles on Tinder. My cousin’s sisters had set an account up for her, while we were living in the Keys that Spring, and I didn’t want to be left out. After sorting through hundreds of creepy weirdos and a summer of first and second dates, I finally stumbled upon his profile (and if I’m honest, only swiped right on, because of the dogs in his picture).
He lived only 2 miles away, but we had never met in the 10 years we since I had moved to the area. Dom opened with a line about how much he liked my hair – unusual, but not that creepy. It was only when he mentioned it again a couple messages later that it seemed weird. At the end of the summer, I was set to move back to FL to finish my last two years of college, and I knew I didn’t want a long distance relationship. However, the guy who had strong opinions about my silky, colored bob was quite persistent. He asked me again, and said, “I’d hate for you to be the one that got away.” How cliché – but it was endearing, and I woefully agreed (against what I thought was my better judgment, but it seems I was wrong on this one).
The first time we met to make sure we weren’t catfishing each other was on August 17, 2016. Our first date was a Wednesday afternoon lunch, because he still worked morning hours at the clinic. I was set to leave for FL in 3 days, but I had promised him one date – totally harmless. My brother dropped me off at an empty sushi restaurant in the grocery store shopping center, where all great romances begin. Dom walked in shortly after me, and we sat down as he commented on my Mount de Sales high school ring. Coincidentally, his sister had graduated from the same school several years before me. The sushi was questionable enough to make me fear food poisoning, but the date was one to remember. We ended up spending 3 hours talking in the parking lot talking about life, likes, and loves. Apparently, my flirting skills were so stellar that Dom felt the need to ask if I was a sociopath. However, by that time I was already in his car (rookie mistake 🙂 ). When he dropped me off at my house, I was grinning so hard that my face hurt. It was then that I realized that we had something authentically special.
One date turned into 3 – one every day until I left for school. On our second date, we went to Daniel’s Dam for a swim. We got there only to realize that the entrance was anything but handicap accessible, and I started to wonder how to broach the subject without making things incredibly awkward. As I stood pondering what to say, Dom picked me up and carried me over the rocks without even asking. It was evident that he was cutting his feet and trying not to drop me, but we couldn’t stop laughing as I clung to him like a sloth on a branch. It was then that I realized just how much I liked him – enough to mumble “Damn it,” under my breath and roll my eyes at the fates who put a man in my life at the worst possible time. That was when I realized just how much I liked him.
On our 3rd date, he admitted to Facebook stalking me; he knew my last name. He had seen all of my unfortunate, pre-glowup, adolescent pictures, and he had figured out that we had yet another connection. He was family friends with my dad’s right-hand-man. We also figured out that he was distantly related to my neighbors, and the coincidences kept coming as we spent all afternoon talking and watching a series on Netflix. We laughed all day, and then – as you do on any romantic date – I fell asleep. It wasn’t because he was boring; he made me feel more myself than I had in a very long time. Something about his sincere way of being put me at ease and made me feel so at home. So much so, that by the time he drove me home that night, I found myself feeling uneasy as we said goodbye in my dark driveway. The next day I spent 20 hours in the car on the way to FL fighting back tears…and that was when I realized I could most definitely love him.
3 days, 3 dates, and 3 emotions of falling in love. From the laughs to the mumbled cusses, and the tears welling in my eyes, I can tell you for certain that – as a person who falls with above average frequency – I could not be more thankful for having the privilege of falling in love with such a beautifully and mutually weird person.
As they say, “Love is friendship caught fire; it is quiet, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection, and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love is content with the present, hopes for the future, and does not brood over the past.” – Laura Hendricks
“Love is friendship caught fire…” If that’s true, I cannot wait to burn with him forever.
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