Dating one real
I knew from the first date that I really, really liked Matt.It was great, because I couldn't get out a lot at the time — I could get out maybe once a week, if I had a babysitter. I had not changed my location settings or my age settings from the default, so Matt kind of snuck in there, because there's a 13-year age difference and we lived 50 miles apart.So we got a match, but neither of us was really taking it seriously.I had been so conditioned to be blown off, I thought he was politely breaking up with me.So we didn't really talk for a couple days, which felt like a long time. I realized he wasn't trying to end things; he did want to keep dating.
I was just not into it, and was about to quit, but then I saw this guy.Is it worth dating and building a relationship with Jackson? I was never really interested in dating Indian guys, but often white guys would try hitting on me by telling me how much they love Indian food. And then he joked that his parents were in town to get him an arranged marriage. 3, because I had planned four first dates in two days. So I saw Khalil like once a week for the first six weeks or so, but then we started getting a little more serious.This is actually my first serious relationship, and we're at almost a year now. The one thing that is a bit of a problem is, funnily enough, although we're both Indian, he's Muslim, and my background is Sikh.And you're not going to meet somebody at a bar if you're a single mom. Five months into dating, he proposed, but we had already been talking about it for a few months. So I saw that Khalil liked me, and at this point, it was kind of overwhelming to be a girl doing online dating — I needed to make a spreadsheet or something. After doing online dating for a while, what I knew was I'd rather not spend a long time getting to know him.He had met my son, so we had to ask: Do we have a future? I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I'm just going with it. But I liked him back, and he messaged me right away. If he seemed normal, we'd have a drink, rather than building up this idea of who he is. On the site we used, they have a question that asks the things you can't live without, and I wrote was bad for the eyes and something about the evil eye. I actually forgot his name — I only remembered that he was no. When I got home, he texted me that he was deleting his account, and I was like, OK. It was the beginning of summer in New York, and every weekend was busy.
His parents are more traditional and it would be hard for them to accept me, without hurting his relationship with them.