I’m going to tell you this tale again even though I feel like I’ve told it on Reddit a bunch already. Having dropped out of my master’s program and having few possibilities in Europe, I traveled to Budapest in the summer of 2020 and there I met my spouse (I am an American citizen). I went on Tinder when I got tired of trying to organize my life and swiped *LEFT on at least 200 users (I was seeking for an excuse to not complete my work).
I was hesitant to accept my future partner’s profile at first because of his terrible photos, but I later noticed that he had a lovely poetry in his bio and that he appeared to be cute in one of the photos. We matched when I swiped right, but I was too exhausted to message. Three days later, he struck up a discussion with me. Our banter was excellent, and we shared a great sense of humor about movies and books—rare for me—THE TRIFECTA.
When I told him I didn’t enjoy wine, he asked me out the next week and said he wanted to change my opinion. When the time arrived for us to meet up, he was calm and adorable and ordered me a bunch of wines that I thought were pretty good. He also gave me a wrapped gift, which turned out to be a knife in jest that I had mentioned earlier. In any case, we went to a ruined bar in Hungary after dinner, and he volunteered to walk me home.
“I’ll admit that I’m a rather awkward date, so I didn’t give the slightest indication that I liked him.”
He held my hand as we descended the escalator as soon as we arrived at the train station. We got to my apartment door, and I was awkwardly saying goodbye to him. After that, there was quiet. Then, simultaneously, we just lunged at one another and began passionately kissing. In the end, we did the dirty, and it was fantastic. Up until my last week there, he continued to invite me out to dinner every week after that. We had exchanged I love yous on our last date.
Actually, due to uncertainties and the distance between us, we broke up a few months later. We didn’t communicate for six weeks before he got in touch with me once more while I was teaching on another continent. We chatted online for seven months.
We revived our relationship upon my return to Europe, expressed our desire to spend all of our time together, and he extended an invitation to visit Naples, Italy. He secretly proposed to me when we were visiting Pompeii. I had to go back to the States after that, but he funded my visa so I could move to Hungary and live with him after the second day.
Our marriage only ended in July. My family and I find solace and tranquility in my partner, who is gentle, sensitive, and vulnerable.
