I can’t believe how in love I am! It’s been so long that I feared I was completely broken, incapable of finding someone I connected with and had a mutual level of interest/attraction/communication/humor/sex-drive/sexual-interest/etc. I was so wrong.
Unbelievably, we found each other on Tinder. Yes. Tinder. Bless that shit, it worked.
We have the same super fucked up humor. We make each other laugh. So often. So hard.
We have beautifully meshing libidos. He’s exactly the same kind of sensual/sexual as me, and it’s amazing.
I can even sleep well next to him, even this early on, which is rare for me. Although I do still wake him up touching him sometimes and make him mad in his sleep. He barked at me the other night (when I touched his hip with my ice-cold hands) “just lay there!” and had zero memory of doing so. Now it’s an inside joke.
If we were famous, like Brangelina, our name would be Sk8Hag, obviously.
Merch is coming, just like winter. Spinsterhag t-shirts will exist. I might even make some special, one-of-a-kind shirts with fringy hair and google eyes. My inner spinsterhag is itching to create, now that I’ve got love and sex and friendship I’m feeling so creative again. My refrigerator has become a giant mood board. A wonderfully weird mood board, complete with inappropriate use of vintage children’s learning toys and a collection of art cards I’ve been accumulating for years. I feel like I’m blossoming into myself in a way that I’ve longed to do but didn’t know how. For the first time in a long time I’m looking at life as a gift, not a chore or a waiting room. It feels good.
If I had any advice it’d be “get weird. let it out. don’t care if you’re too weird. it’s funner than too boring”.
Like attracts like, and I’ve found my weird-mate. He’s the best. He doesn’t read this because he says it feels too much like reading my diary. He’s so sweet. And salty. My favorite combination.