Let’s hear some stories from the thready-verse about how you guys met your significant other.
For me it was during the first year of COVID, my company asked who from Europe (I was living in Sweden) wanted to go for a three month business trip to coach a big Korean automotive supplier on how to do modern software development. Most of the other people had families and especially during COVID nobody wanted to travel. I said I could do it, even though I never coached before. But because nobody else volunteered they sent me and and another guy who also was single without a family, etc.
I was convinced that the other guy would have good game with the women here, and thought that there is no harm in installing some international dating app and to try my own luck. During COVID I just lost a ton of weight and found new confidence and it was far away from home and what happens in Korea stays in Korea and so on :D
Anyway, to my surprise during the first two weeks I got some matches and I hit it off with one of them. We met and started dating and very quickly fell for each other. Then when the 3 months were over, I asked the company if the customer would still have some use for my skills and they said yes and send me for 3 more months. I had to go back to Sweden to get a new Visa and spent another 2 weeks in quarantine (as the first time). But then the second tree months were over too and I asked again for more. By that time I was really sick of all the time in quarantine and asked if they could move me from the Swedish office to the Korean office and they agreed.
I went back to Sweden, threw away most of my stuff and put the most valuable things up on a friends attic and moved to Korea with one suitcase. I stayed at AirBnB’s for two more months and then we found an apartment and moved in together.
She has a daughter from a previous marriage and we now have a 1.5 year old son together and we still live in Korea :D
On a dating app. Bumble or Plenty of Fish or Coffee Meets Bagel. I no longer remember.
I had just finished college and had proof and confidence that I had shed my desperation and insecurities. I was excited to date. Had intentions of dating a lot, sleeping around, finding a cool, low commitment consistent FWB or something.
I was set to be a menace and enjoy my heaux phase.
Tinder was full of bots, so I tried a few different apps, meta few girls, but hadn’t really hit it off with anyone. I knew I liked weird/off kilter/nerdy girls. That much was certain.
So when I saw her tagline, which specifically asked for facts about a certain, semi obscure animal, I (excuse the pun) pounced And that was the greatest mistake I ever made.
She was a weirdo, to be sure. But like, a cool one. Self-confident. Curvy. With similar cultural experiences as me and a lot of similar interests and tastes. And I like the way she thought about things. She felt the same way.
After our second date I didn’t wanna talk to other women. I didn’t wanna play the field or sleep around or build a ho-tation. I just wanted her I wanted her to like me, to think about me, to want me too.
We’ve been married for 6 years now. She’s still a lil goofy. Still very charming, very curious, and chubby curvy, and the person I most wanna hangout with on any given day.