Make it stand out.

I knew it the moment I saw him walking toward me through my favorite spot in town. Ivy covered the stucco wall of a nameless bar. I’d spent a little over a year exploring sober dating and my body was just starting to come back to life. I was able to feel again, which was equal parts overwhelming and exhillerating. The lights were low, the music was vibey with undulating circuits I could feel at the base of my spine. I was turned on already.

We matched on a dating app. An underwhelming story of how we met, but I had a feeling we were going to more than make up for it. The night before, I’d felt him rise up and off the chain of flirty, witty banter we’d been stirring up for 2 days.

He was seasoned… with a wiry smathering of greys woven into his beard. Husky, sophisticated but disheveled enough to remind me he was a creative at heart, a wild soul deep down inside.

Very “my type.”