Sure.
I connected with a girl via Tinder. Cute girl, mosty feminine but with a little bit of that tomboyish/logical edge. Like a hot nerd. Sort of like the before picture of one of those disney nerd-to-beauty transformations, where they just take off her glasses, put her in a dress, and do her hair up. Honestly, my favorite type.
We shot the shit but she was always cagey about meeting up. We would share anecdotes or whatever every few days. Funny pictures, stories, and what have you. Once we almost met up -- she was taking the subway near my place and said that if I messaged her in the next 5 minutes she'd get off at my stop. I missed it and threw out a good natured 'Aw, drat!' and moved on. We kept in touch.
Probably 3 months after our initial connection (long after we moved off of Tinder and onto another chat application), it was Valentine's day. I asked her how it was to be single on Valentine's day. She said it was only noon and she'd already started drinking. I told her we could be single on Valentine's Day together. She asked me what we would do -- I suggested we get sushi and hot chocolate. She said she wasn't into it. I said we would have whiskey and steak at my house. She was like "Let me take a shower and I'll be there in an hour". She then starts asking me questions about whether she can study at my place (she's a med student), if I have an extra desk, etc. I tell her she can study here, it will be fine.
An hour later, we arrive. We get a bit physical (hugs etc). I put on a background movie. I pour some whiskey. We sit next to each other on my couch. It's a slow process. Really funny though. The tension is building. Finally after a couple of hours, I walk into the room, make her stand up on my couch so we're about the same height, and kiss her. She's a little awkward for a few seconds, then gets into it. We keep at it for awhile, then back off and keep talking. On and on it goes.
I'm going to skip a lot. The short version of the rest of the story is that we got really drunk, she lost her virginity to me (on Valentine's Day on the first date, dang), and had a great time and shared some pretty intimate and awkward moments (have you ever held a girl's hand and coached her through peeing while you were both dead drunk? I have). It was one of the best experiences I've had with a woman in my life, if I'm being totally honest.
But... She had some major freak outs, feeling guilty and slutty afterwards. I successfully calmed her down a couple of times, but eventually she had a panic attack about it when I was asleep and ended up blocking me on all communication mediums, so we actually never met again. I feel a little sorry for her -- odds are, she's never going to have an experience like that with a man again. She really enjoyed herself. But we got to share something pretty good and I'm sure when she gets over her anxieties about the whole thing she'll be able to cherish the memory.
