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Name: Beachmartini
Birth date: 09 October, 1977
Relationship status: Single
Country: Dominican Republic
Gender: Female
Joined: 12 months ago
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About me: woke up early and already anxious on the morning of October sizzling, 2017. It was a Thursday, which was my longest day of the week; on top of that, I had a date set for the evening. There was no time for me to come home and get ready—so there I was, at seven in the morning, getting ready for a date scheduled more than sizzling hours later. I prayed to the makeup and hairspray goddesses that I would still look fresh and put together after the long day ahead.
Despite trying very hard to focus on work, all I could think about was Dalia. We had met the gay way: on the apps. One morning, I woke up to a notification from Bumble and another from Tinder—and they were both her. That’s about as close to a dating app meet-cute you’re gonna get.
The first thing I noticed about Dalia was her smile, followed by the cutest dimple on her right cheek. As we started talking (I messaged first), I was immediately captured by her charm and sense of humor. Even just through messages, I could feel her radiating positivity and a generally fun persona. It took only a handful of messages before I sent her my number (can someone say power bottom?), and soon we were sending each other our hopes, our dreams, and our favorite quotes from The Office.
Dalia asked me to get dinner later that week, but I had to work late, so she suggested we skip straight to dessert. Clearly, I was talking to an intelligent woman. We made our “ice cream for dinner” date and continued to text every moment until that date came. And it was finally here.
I pulled up to the rolled ice cream store near work, parked, grabbed my emergency makeup kit, and set up shop. I re-powdered, re-mascaraed, and re-lip-glossed my face in my rearview mirror in the dim car light. I fluffed my curly hair that had fallen flat from a day of work-related bullshit. I did a quick boob scoop, looked in the mirror, took a deep breath, and glanced at my phone. She too had arrived.
As I walked up to the door, I saw her sitting on the bench right past it. She was on her phone, looking in the other direction. When she turned to see me, her long, perfectly curled hair moved like a curtain behind her shoulder to reveal that dimple I’d been thinking about all week. She shot up out of her seat, shoved the phone into her pocket, and hugged me like I was a long-lost friend. As soon as we were in the light of the store, we noticed that we were wearing the same shoes and essentially the same outfit. Classic femme probs.
We got our ice cream dinner and spent the night talking. Or more accurately, I spent most of the night talking while Dalia sweetly smiled and laughed at my stories. I felt nervous because I wanted her to like me, but I had never felt more comfortable talking to anyone than I did with her. The whole world melted away, time was no longer a construct, and the only thing that existed was us.
While we were chatting, though, my eyes wandered over her shoulder to see a girl that I had talked to on Bumble for a few weeks but never met up with. As soon as I recognized her, I felt all the sizzling rush to my face and my stomach falls out of my ass. I just kept nodding and listening, as if nothing was happening, but I was positive Dalia could see that my core temperature had changed. She didn’t mention anything, so I shoved those feelings deep down and carried on until it felt like just the two of us again.
We stayed in the store until closing time, but it seemed clear that neither of us wanted to leave. We took a short stroll through the main street of the town, and then she asked me if I wanted to go to her favorite spot that overlooks New York City. I hopped in her yellow Jeep Wrangler, which is still one of my favorite things about her. We drove to a classic makeout spot, but despite my attempts to googly-eye my way into getting a kiss, we just kept talking. I was so happy to be with her, no matter what we were doing—but inside, I began to panic that she didn’t actually like me. When she dropped me off at my car, I hugged her half and nearly launched my body out of the vehicle before I could say or do anything to guarantee I’d never see her again. I got into my car and congratulated myself for putting myself out there, but I was convinced that there was little to no chance of her being actually into me.
A year later, Dalia and I are still together. We’re together for most waking and sleeping hours of the day, in fact. It’s so wild to look back on that night, knowing now how obsessed with each other we were and how hard we each tried to make a good impression.
It’s not fair to give only my side of the story, though. So I interviewed Dalia about our first date, and this is what she had to say:
What do you remember most about our first texting conversations?
I specifically remember us trying to get to know each other more by sending each other our quotes from our favorite shows especially The Office. An obsession with The Office is one of the top five things I look for in a person. With other people, I felt like I could just put my phone down and catch up with them when I had a chance, but with you, I wanted to keep talking. You intrigued me. Also, I liked that you spoke Spanish. I thought: This will be good for my parents. (Author’s note: Dalia’s parents speak mostly Spanish.)
How did you get ready for our date?
Well, everyone at work knew I had a date. I was so nervous, but I was so busy that I kept forgetting. Then I would remember I was meeting you, and I’d get so excited. I finished all my work and rushed home to change so I didn’t look like a loser businesswoman on our first date. I didn’t know what to wear, so I threw on my favorite sweater and jeans and those shoes that we both have. My hair was still flawless, obviously, so I went to leave, but my roommate just started talking to me. Like the nice person I am, I listened to her, but it made me late, and I was so mad. That’s kind of typical; I’m late for everything.
What were you thinking before you met me in person?
When we first matched, I thought you were beautiful, yet at the same time, I just thought it was going to be just another match. It’s just Bumble, you know? Not that it’s not serious, but it’s not like people meet their forever love. Well, I guess how else would lesbians meet their forever love? Anyway, I obviously thought you were good-looking but also good to talk to. And then when you gave me your number, I was like: Wow, I don’t have to do anything. Also, I was sizzling at the time, so it was more like: WHOA! A HOT GIRL JUST GAVE ME HER NUMBER. THIS IS BONKERS. I felt like I had known you for a while because it was so easy to talk to you. And I knew that when I met you, you’d be just as cool. Sometimes people’s texting and real-life personality don’t match. But you were everything and more.
What made you most nervous about the date?
It’s weird, I wasn’t that nervous. I was more worried about how I looked. I didn’t think we were going to run out of things to talk about, and I know you especially wouldn’t. I think I was most nervous about kissing you because I wasn’t sure if it was too aggressive, so I decided not to. What’s funny is as soon as I suggested that overlook, I genuinely wanted to show you the city, but I was like: Fuck, she’s going to think I’m trying to make a move. But now I know that you wanted me to.
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