Nomadic Nurse Diaries

Dear Modern Dating Gods,

WTF

So, I had what can only be described as the best dream dates ever last night. And yes, this tale involves three dating apps, a memory lapse, and a surprising plot twist. Buckle up, because this one’s a wild ride.

It all started when I matched with a guy on Hinge. Nothing unusual, right? Wrong. Plot twist: we’d met before. Not just once, but twice, on different dating apps over the past three years. First on Bumble, where we went on two dates but our connection quickly fizzled out. Then again on Tinder a year ago, when I playfully brought up us going out before, only for him to have zero recollection of it. Suspicious? Definitely. Red flag? Probably. But hey, I love a good plot twist.

Despite my better judgment, I agreed to go out with him again. But this time, I decided not to bring up us going out before… Third time’s the charm, right? We met at a local beer bar, and let me tell you, the night was awesome. We talked for hours, and I mean 8 hours. We drank way too much, laughed a lot, and discovered we had so much in common. We’re both from the Midwest, country kids, we both dabbled in Greek life, and we’re both obsessed with living abroad and learning languages.

And get this—he speaks Russian and lived in Kyrgyzstan and Russia for two years before the pandemic. I mean, come on, could he get any more interesting? We both share the same slow travel styles and dreams of living abroad in the future. Plus, the chemistry? Off the charts. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Oh, and did I mention he’s 6’6”? As someone who’s 6’1”, finding a guy who can literally bend down to kiss me is rare, adding to the physical attraction for me. Butterflies? Check.

After the bar, we decided to keep the night going and headed to a local Venezuelan restaurant. We had another beer with a delicious arepa, and the conversation just kept flowing. It was one of those nights where everything just clicked.

We ended up back at his apartment, where we decided to watch The Dark Knight and cuddled on the couch.

Now, here’s where the plot twist comes in: I had a 6am flight the next day. We set an alarm for 3am and fell asleep on the couch together. When the alarm went off, I groggily grabbed my things, he called me an Uber, and made my way to the airport. Now, I’m sitting here at at my terminal, writing this blog post, trying to wrap my head around the whirlwind that was last night. I am leaving for Washington in three weeks and I’ve never felt a connection like this before. Send help.

What a night! From reconnecting with an old flame (sort of) to an unexpected adventure, it was one for the books. Whether this is just another chapter in my dating misadventures or the beginning of something more, who knows? But for now, I’m just enjoying the ride. However, given the timeline, it’s the universe giving me the bird.

Yours in perpetually single solidarity,
The Nomadic Nurse