Three weeks ago, I reactivated my Bumble dating app, and it was similar to flipping a switch on a revolving door of men. There’s so many men named Michael, I had to start categorizing them by the town they live in. There’s a few things I’ve noticed at this stage of my life in finding the right one.
- There’s no rush. The tricky part is finding a human not in a rush.
- I’m still willing to drive the distance, but under an hour is sweet.
- Someone who loves their life, but would like for you to join in.
- My prayer before each date is, “Keep my ears open and mouth shut.”
- Laugh your asses off together, and in the same moment.
The hug is the litmus test, and it shouldn’t be quick. It’s when you’re willing to hold each other as long as possible, before it becomes awkward. Where you simply relax in each others arms, and breathe it in. That’s a hug.
Looking back at the men I’ve hugged there was one thing I always did near the end. For some reason, my hand would automatically pat him on the back. It was an odd feeling, and the men didn’t appreciate it, but eventually I’ll hug someone, and my hand won’t automatically pat him on the back.
That will be a good sign.