I had a date last night with the guy I hooked up with last year on Tinder – my one Tinder success story.

He was in town again – for a couple of weeks this time. 

We met at a tequila place in the Mission. He doesn’t drink but I had a nice smooth glass of top shelf tequila with a couple of limes. 

We talked for a couple of hours – we really do like each other and the last time I saw him last December, we just had dinner and got caught up after my breakup. 

He asked how I was doing – said I looked like I was better since the last time we met. Then we spent time talking about conferences, dating, the differences between dating here in SF and NY.   And he told me some funny stories about some of his Tinder experiences and the wacky things women have expected or not expected.

We left and walked to his car. I asked if he wanted to come over and of course he said yes. Said he loved my house. But of course that isn’t really why we decided to go. 

On the drive over he holds my hand – it’s sweet and it’s been awhile since I have had anyone touch me like that. 

We get to my house and do a mini update tour and then start kissing. 

We head upstairs and kiss a bunch more. He is so funny and says “well it is obviously clear we still find each other desirable”. I laugh. 

Kissing, snuggling, rolling, clothes come off and a randy time was had by all. He is so complimentary of me, my looks, my skin, my sexiness. It’s so awesome to hear and then have it acted on with physical displays of affection. I can get used to this again.   

A couple of hours later I have to kick him out because I have an early morning call. And he makes fun of me about not letting people spend the night when I mention that I generally don’t. Mostly it’s because I need the sleep and not being certain of the level of commitment here I don’t want to send the wrong signals.

We talk about getting together again while he is here. What fun. 

I enjoy this guy – both in bed and out. I am appreciative of the fact that this is play and no strings attached honest affection. We seem to becoming a regular when he visits.