It was so good to finally talk to you over there yesterday. I’m doing better, and I promise I’m going to work on staying optimistic. Time will tell, like you said. I hate gambling, by the way. Did you know that? So I’m really really out of my comfort zone ‘rolling the dice’ – but you already know that. I’m going to do my best to stop stressing about what will happen over 9 months with you over there and me in Korea for a little bit longer then well, who knows where to be honest. Something else to stress about… But I’m going to try to stay optimistic. I’m also going to try to ‘load the dice’ a bit to at least calm down my panic over this lack of control (issue, you think?? 😉 ). I want to keep us talking, I know you want to keep us talking, and I don’t want either of us to forget that we are awesome while we have these completely different lives for 9 months that will be pretty all consuming – full on Afghanistan stuff for you and total career change – again – for me. Because we are awesome you know. You and me.
So I’m going to start with the first reason why we are awesome: we did Tinder right. Awesomely right. I actually don’t know anyone else who’s done it better. Its really funny to think that the only reason we even know each other is because a very pushy Maori Sergeant told me to ‘harden the fuck up, bro’ (or other such ‘[SGT Vicarious]-isms’) and just get myself on Tinder already, 3 weeks into Korea. And then proceeded to rip my phone off me because I couldn’t be trusted to ever actually swipe right on anyone. Ok, so initially [SGT Vicarious] did Tinder right, not me, by getting me on it. I swear you were not a [SGT Vicarious] pick though! (I will not even discuss the scary array of characters she swiped right on…). But on day 2 of me on Tinder, I did Tinder right on my own. Cos that’s when I swiped right on you 🙂
And you totally did Tinder right. First thing you did right: Your profile pic was cute and a little goofy. Don’t get annoyed! Your photo was very super cool dude – but fun. Like you didn’t take yourself too seriously. You didn’t put your sexiest photo first (diving pic – you know that one’s very very goooood 😉 ), which made me think you might not be a narcissistic wanker (there are many, many on Tinder). And even though I can’t remember the exact words, I remember you described yourself as exactly who you are – 6’3”, Blackhawk pilot, adventurous. I liked all of that – even though I’d promised [SGT Vicarious] no more pilots. (She’d never know… lol!). And then you described who the girl swiping right should be. And I swear to god – I told [SGT Vicarious] that day that you exactly described me (over too many wines, Jaegers for her probably – you think us drinking and Tindering together might have been why it didn’t work so good the officer/sergeant thing later on??).
Second thing you did right: Really different opening line! You were interesting from the start! Not many Tinder conversations devolve into discussion of Roman gladiator leather skirts in 3 or 4 exchanges. And third thing you got right? You were you. And you had good chat (that’s a thing). You had just as good chat over 2 weeks of Tinder as you do in person. That’s a rarity, mister. I really enjoyed texting with you – you know what an achievement that is with ‘she who hates to text’ – you should be very smug! I was calling you ‘Gladiator [You]’ when I talked about you to [SGT Vicarious], smiling every time I said it (what happened to that nickname, by the way? We should bring that back 😉 )
Ok – random facts (I promised to keep your inquisitive mind entertained 😉 ):
Jaegermeister – that terrible horrible stuff that [SGT Vicarious] poured down my throat (only one night and no one ever ever will again!) – literally means “Hunting Master” and was an after dinner tipple for blue collar Germans until it was re-marketed as a party drink by an American importer in 1935. (You Americans can party up anything 😉 ) Contrary to popular rumour, it does not contain elk or moose blood (I know – WTF?!?!?!). Yep, now you don’t have to Wikipedia it.
Another thing I reckon we got right on Tinder wasn’t any of our doing. 2 weeks enforced texting while you swanned around South East Asia. I was really surprised how much you kept texting while you were busy hunting down temples and surfing on deserted beaches (hate you). And your chat stayed good. You made me laugh. I texted with a couple of others (unenthusiastically) but I kept saying to [SGT Vicarious] – ‘I like [You]’ – during her compulsory daily update (the woman was nothing if not persistent in her ‘living vicariously through me’). And – ‘But I really like [You]’ – when she made me set a coffee date with some unexciting buzz cut the day before you got back (who clearly ‘missed legs day’ every day at the gym by the weight room selfie profile pic – he did not do Tinder right). I think we were forced to get to know each other a little bit over those two weeks. I got drunk and texted that I liked you before we even met. You told me that’s why you didn’t feel uncomfortable on our first date. I liked liking you before our first date.
See – first thing that made us awesome. We did Tinder right.
Last thing for now (cos its late and you know I don’t like this computery stuff to interrupt my crazy sleep wind down). Daffodils. Daffodils make me very very happy. We used to have this huge bank covered in them behind our house when I was a kid, waaaay out in the middle of deepest darkest ‘Middle Earth’. It was actually part of the cricket ground behind our house that I pretty much considered our back yard (don’t be afraid because I’ve mentioned a weird English sport – I won’t make you watch it, promise 😉 ). We used to pick so many of daffodils in the spring that we’d have three or four huge vases of them in every room of the house. Those big trumpet ones were my favourite, but we had all different sorts. There are a lot of different types of daffodils now I think about it (I might Wikipedia that later…). I love seeing daffodils – I have really happy memories of being a kid, and they mean spring and sunshine and summer coming. I don’t think they grow daffodils in Korea. I’ve been looking. I found some other yellow flowers so I got them to cheer me up – freesias. I like them too, they’re spring and yellow and smell great. But they’re not daffodils. Daffodils are awesome.
Ok – I’m done. I’ll leave you to sleep. I hope it was good flying again today, and the shift to nights isn’t too tough. (Yeah I know, you’re an old hand at that stuff). I’m sleeping with a smile remembering all of this about us (and also thinking about daffodils 🙂 ). I hope you get a smile too (that’s my cunning plan…).
Goodnight you X