Day 80 of 100 Indian Tinder Tales
K from Delhi thanks Tinder for lessons and orgasms.
“Sometimes life gives you exactly what you need. And I have Tinder to thank for that. Even though we didn’t make it, I still regret nothing.
Almost an year ago, I was going through an emotionally devastating break-up and downloaded Tinder to kill some time. I found this adorable guy whose flirty banter won me over. He added me on Facebook and we continued talking on & off for a while. He asked me out a couple of times but because of my recent break-up I said no. We stopped communicating for a couple of months after that.
One day, by sheer coincidence he texted me on Facebook. I was ready to move on and I agreed to meet him. Soon we met for a coffee date. Conversation flowed and coffee turned into dinner. The first date turned into a second and then a third. I’d also like to mention that he never made a move but did keep it clear that he was interested in dating me and not in becoming friends. He flirted and there were several sexual innuendos – a total turn on for me.
The next time we met, I (horny – periods were on so my hormones were going nuts) told him I want to meet privately and he readily agreed. We met, we made out. After meeting a couple more times, we had sex. It was the first time for both of us. We were clumsy; we laughed; we were embarrassed; but loved every minute of it. He made me feel beautiful and loved parts of my body I didn’t before. He helped me gain self-confidence. He told me I deserved better but I wanted him.
He was very different from me. I have led a sheltered life and he had been through tough times. I believed in constant communication and he didn’t. I loved planning and he was more about the spontaneity. He was goofy, I was quirky and both of us were very random. But we worked. We found a middle ground and worked through our relationship. We loved talking – be it about the incessant uncertainty of life or about the latest gossip we had heard. We loved each other’s humour, wittiness and the teasing banter. When we weren’t talking, we were indulging in discovering each other’s bodies the way no one else had before – clumsily and beautifully. He was only the second guy I had kissed. My favorite part was: his hand trailing down my spine, him kissing my neck, the adorable way he said sorry each time he penetrated me because he thought he hurt me, even though he never did. He knew how to use his fingers and tongue so very well. By the end of it, he knew how to turn me into a quivering mess and I knew how to get him off in minutes.
He was there for me during my existential crisis, I was there for him when he needed someone to support him. Even through all that I was scared of being emotionally vulnerable. Eventually we weren’t the same as before. I didn’t end up telling him what I needed and we became distant. He stopped putting in the effort . From meeting every other day we went to not meeting or talking for weeks. I tried to make it work, but when I realized I am giving more than I am getting, we broke up. Some things just end – I have come to accept that.
Tinder helped me get what I needed at the time and I am glad. I am glad for that random message he sent after months. I learned so much from it and had several amazing orgasms.”
100 Indian Tinder Tales: 80
Day 80 of 100 Indian Tinder Tales