I met Blake for coffee on a Monday. I invited him to a movie on Tuesday, we went for a walk on Friday, and met at the farmers market for breakfast on Sunday. I knew when he picked me up at my mom's house (where I was living) for dinner the following Thursday that he was "the one." He's the one person I wanted to see again and again, and I am shocked on a daily basis that not only do I love him, I like him. I want to be around him. He's not a weirdo (well, he is) or a jerk or a boring person. We have things in common and we teach each other about new things. I know so much more about comics and board games than I ever thought possible, and likewise, he now knows who Blue Ivy is. It's been two years since our first date, and we recently got engaged.
Dating can be a painful, demoralizing process. It can make you feel lonely and like you might die alone in your condo someday, but it can also lead you to the right person. Then again, you could meet the person of your dreams on your first Tinder date — Blake did, the lucky bastard.
