Will* was a passionate, outgoing Ph D student who wasn’t looking for commitment and who was leaving for a summer internship across the country.So at 26, single for the first time in my adult life, I decided to spend the summer traveling. In mid-June, I landed in Edinburgh and started swiping.The very first thing I noticed was that he not as attractive as his photos.But he was friendly, and we had fish and chips, then café-hopped and each bought rounds of drinks. At first, I was confused, until I remembered he paid the bill.Instead, we drove to his beach house and had sex for hours.(And, I learned that, in Portugal, they call spooning the “shell position.”)We stayed in bed, playing guitar and singing until 6 A. I was sad to leave João, but I couldn’t stop smiling.
But, I was still enjoying traveling overall and spending my days sightseeing. I met Max*, a 28-year-old British Student (a Tinder match), for lunch.
I couldn’t get enough of him, and it seemed like he felt the same way.
But when he left for the summer, I asked if he’d want to keep seeing each other in the fall.
He said his internship was busy but good, and that he was enjoying Seattle.
No sign that he was thinking about me as much as I was about him.