I love love.
There is nothing more beautiful than seeing two people in love. When you see them look at each other with this power that looks like moonbeams could just shoot out of their fingertips because the feelings they have for one another, you just wish that one day you give someone those moonbeams.
Don’t worry, I’m not going soft on you, readers.
This past weekend, a great friend from high school came back into town to get married. Her and her handsome beau live in Hawaii and wanted to celebrate with friends and family back in their home state, so they left paradise and came back to the goofy weather, that is Iowa. I was so thrilled to see my friend and catch up, but honestly, I was a little nervous at the same time.
I’d never gone to a wedding stag. Usually I’d go with my parents or my ex, so I at least would have someone to sit next to and chat with, but a few months ago when I received my RSVP, there was no plus one on my invite.
Honestly, I panicked. What the hell was I supposed to do? Be like fucking Steven Glansberg and eat by myself?? (Superbad reference for those who might not know…) Who was I going to dance with? This whole break up has given me opportunities to be on my own, but this was a first and it hadn’t even crossed my mind up until I saw my name solo.
Whatever. I’d own it. I chatted with a couple of my friends who were all going or going to be in it and they all offered me their dates to hang with throughout the night.
I decided to wholeheartedly embrace this stag wedding. Turns out, my friend’s wedding wasn’t about me. Weird, right?
I booked a blow out to get my hair done perfectly, found a dress that fit me like a glove, took my mom out for pedis and lunch and finished my makeup while talking with my roommate.
I was supposed to meet up with some couples at a brewery before, but I went to the venue on my own and just hung out until more couples came.
Once the ceremony started and I saw my friend walk down the aisle looking like she was floating on a cloud and a smile that showed so much love and happiness, I lost it. I just started crying out of joy. Seeing her so in love with her soon to be husband was the moment I didn’t know I needed to see.
Their faces throughout their ceremony and reception reminded me that I was going to be okay. I’d get my moonbeams. It was about their moonbeams that night and I couldn’t have been happier to be a part of it and see their love.
The wedding overall was just beautiful. The food was on point, my table was so fun and I even snagged a dance with a guy. I mean, yeah, it was my friend’s boyfriend, but still! I got to dance. I sweat in my dress, but my ride or die roomie picked me up from the reception with Secret Super Strength, perfume and my makeup bag. I held my dress out the window, spritzed some perfume and took care of my sweat and we headed out into the night to see what downtown had to offer. It was a fun filled night with so much love, I didn’t know what to do with myself.
Okay, welcome to Part Two.
I went on a date!
With a dude. Not myself!
So, I went on like one drink date in February, but I didn’t get nervous or anything, I just wanted to go on a date and it didn’t have the sparks I wanted, so I don’t think it counts.
I went on a semi date in May, but I didn’t get much planning in beforehand so I’m not sure it counts either.
So. I’m considering this one my first date. “Oh, that’s so sweet, Hannah! How’d you meet?”
It all begins with a flame. A flame that burns many loins of 20 somethings. I’m talking Tinder.
For those of you who may not know what Tinder is, it’s basically a dating app that caters to your ego. You put up your best pictures that show your personality or whatever vibe you want to put out, followed by a tagline that sets you apart from the crowd. You can select your age and distance range and then the app goes through and finds other people who fall into both those categories. You swipe right on the ones who do it for ya and give em a big ole left swipe if they are snarfy. Lemme tell you. You see some things on there.
Rewind to 2 weeks ago. I was aimlessly swiping right and left and then I see this cutie with a funny tagline. Basically, if a guy has wit, he has my attention and probably my heart. So I gave him a like. Whoa! We matched! Awwwwww yeah!
I got a witty message right away and I was super excited. Of course, in order to not show him I was super excited, I waited a few to respond. We had a cute little banter back and forth and then he asked me to do a puzzle for him.
See, the thing about Tinder is, guys can either be super stupid and just flat out tell you something pervy, or they get crafty and make it fun to figure out what they mean, so I was a bit hesitant for this puzzle. It ended up being a fill in the blank that looked something like this “(___) – ___-____” since that looked longer than my social security number, I obliged and gave him my digits.
We had text seshes throughout the week and I learned he was an engineer with a local seeding company in the area and was only here temporarily before he moved back to finish his Masters at Cornell. Yeah, like the real one. This was a little intimidating because I got B’s in my Comm classes at my state university so I was a smidge nervous.
Anyway, he asked me for drinks and I was over the moon excited, so I accepted and suggested we go out to the bars near my apartment in case I got cat fished or whatever, I could dash home.
As previously stated, my roommate is the best and came home to help me get ready, glass of wine in hand for me. It may or may not have turned into a bottle of wine, but hey, I was nervous. She mastered the smoky eye look for me without making me look like a drag queen, put me in a flowy top and sent me on my way.
Thank goodness for me, no cat fishing occurred. He was definitely my Tinder man. He was even more handsome in person. We chatted all night and I had a smile glued to my face. We talked about our goals, exchanged funny stories, discussed a bit of politics (wait, you’re NOT supposed to do that on a first date????) and just had a perfect time.
He held my hand and it gave me butterflies. Butterflies are something I haven’t had in a while, so it was a nice reminder that they would show up again.
We stayed out till bar close and ended on a sweet note with plans of meeting up again before he had to leave the following week. We set up a movie date for wine and It’s Always Sunny. A man after my own heart, right?
He moved back to New York and it’s a total bummer, but we are still kind of texting. We will see. My friend told me that it was more of a reminder that there are guys out there who will make me feel that way again. It was a nice reminder and he is honestly an amazing guy, but the whole living like 8 states away is kind of a killer.
Anyway, that was my week. Sorry for the long post, but it was eventful and happy. I felt amazing on both of my dates, whether if it was just enjoying myself at a wedding or being with a guy from Tinder, it just got me excited for what’s to come. Hopefully moonbeams.