I decided to be a little more obvious: “Do you want to go to the Grand Canyon over spring break?”
“Sounds fun,” he replied, “but I’m busy then.”
Finally I wrote, “I like you and I want to be with you.” Then I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed “Send.”
Six weeks earlier, Michael and I had met on Bumble, the dating app where women have to make the first move.
My female friends, who associate dating apps more with the Grim Reaper than with Cupid,
warned me against them, saying, “The guys just want to hook up and disappear.”
I was graduating in a few months, and attachment would mean a hard goodbye, which would mean tears, tissues and snot.
So I said it flat out: “I like you.”
Within an hour of texting him my confession, my phone lit up with Michael’s reply: “I like you too.”
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Leaving Michael’s apartment one Tuesday morning, I smiled and said, “Have a good class today.”
That may not sound like much, but I was trying to leave a hint: I was interested in more than our one-night-a-week thing.
After all, dating apps never announce, “Congratulations, you’ve matched with everyone you could possibly like!”
They tempt you to keep swiping, and as you whiz through tens, hundreds or even thousands of profiles, you can only infer the obvious.
