I was on my way back home to sunny Scottsdale, Arizona after spending 5 months living in California. I had moved to San Diego to pursue a relationship I wasn’t even sure about. Since I had never really taken a chance like that, I didn’t give it too much thought. I packed my bags, rented a u-haul and moved across state lines. Five months later, I realized it had been one big, expensive mistake. And as much as I loved San Diego and wanted to stay, it never really felt like home, so once again, I packed my bags, loaded up my car and drove back to Arizona.
A few months later, my best friend asked if I wanted to go to San Diego for Memorial weekend. I had recently ended my 9-5 work to pursue my own venture, and wasn’t really in a position to take such spontaneous trips, but I also needed to get away for a bit. What better way to reset my mind and pull myself back together than a trip down to a relaxing beach. After a nice couple of days in San Diego we started our journey back home. Back to the unsure and back to reality.
The town we grew up in is located right in the middle of San Diego & Scottsdale. Our families still live there. We decided it’d be a good idea to stop by my parent’s house for a little break and a home cooked, and free, meal from Mama G. While there, my friend fell asleep on the couch and I took a break from the million questions my mom was asking by hiding in the bathroom. There, while sitting on the toilet, I turned my phone on and opened my Tinder app. Wasn’t seriously looking to find love. Not in Yuma, Arizona. Especially not so soon. But I was bored and wanted to see how many of the “single and eligible” bachelors I knew.
A few swipes to the left and bam, a blurry picture of a guy giving two thumbs up in a suit & tie, big smile and the most enchanting blue eyes I had ever seen had caught my attention. I immediately swiped right and to my surprise, he had liked me first. We were a MATCH! “Oh cool” I thought to myself as I went into his profile. He had two additional photos and a one liner: “British not American”. The fact that he was not from Yuma, or even this country intrigued me, so I sent him a message.
a few photos we sent each other