• Georgie Parkin

I Met My Boyfriend On Hinge And A Year Later We Moved In Together

Pat Benatar said it best, love is a battlefield. I mean, there really is no other way to describe the world of dating, is there? You’re either crushing on someone who doesn’t know you exist, trying at all costs to avoid your stalker, or googling how much willpower it takes to actually take a vow of celibacy. And if you’re claiming you’re happier alone -- the holidays are coming up, we know you’re lying.

If you ask my friends, they’ll say I’m a serial dater. I spent most of high school jumping from one long-term relationship to another until I vowed off boys from my town forever. Sorry...not sorry. Once I hit college I wasn’t unfamiliar with dating apps. I dabbled in Tinder (which was almost enough to make me never try another dating app again), and eventually moved on to Hinge.

The thing is though, even though I was serious about wanting to start a new relationship (with someone far away from my area code), I never took dating apps seriously. I’d match with a guy, talk for a day, and forget they existed. Sometimes I’d match with someone and never even talk to them at all. Orrrrr I’d match with a guy, read their message to me, and immediately question why I was ever even attracted to guys in the first place.

"I was too busy having my mind blown by the fact that I was actually falling for someone I'd met on a dating app"

Then one day I was trying to distract myself from my post-vacation blues by swiping aimlessly through Hinge when I came across someone who intrigued me. I made the first move, replying to his prompt asking what my most embarrassing screen name was. In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have let him know right off the bat that I used to be a huge loser, but the fact that a real life screen name of mine was ayybayyybayy was enough to give him a laugh and spark up a conversation.

Our hinge messages moved to Instagram DM’s and finally to text messages. But I still wasn’t entirely sure that I ever wanted to meet him in person. I mean, one thing I know for a fact I inherited from my mother is her tendency to overthink and worry about everything. So, naturally, transitioning an online relationship to a real life one was something that I never thought I’d actually do if I didn’t want to end up getting kidnapped.

At the same time, I didn’t want to end up alone in an apartment full of cats, cause like, that doesn’t sound pretty enticing. And since I swore off all men within a 15 mile radius of me, I had to put on my big girl pants. So after a month of dodging his efforts to get us to meet in person, I finally agreed. I mean, ya gotta take that leap of faith eventually, right? And plus, he was definitely better than the guy whose first message to me on Hinge was, “ooh baby I’d toss you around like a rag doll.” Gag.

He offered to pick me up (against my mother’s wishes), and we went to a (very public and populated) park near my house. If I’m being honest I still wasn’t entirely convinced this kid wasn’t a serial killer, but my mother’s confession of sneaking a picture of his license plate without anyone knowing put me at ease. Thanks mom, you the realest.

We happened to meet for the first time on a 3-day weekend, so what started out as a walk around the park turned into 72 hours straight spent together. My sister and friends were bugging me, impatiently waiting for the details, but I was too busy having my mind blown by the fact that I was actually falling for someone I met on a dating app to let them know how things were going.

The distance wasn’t bad, but he lived in Queens and I lived on the island, so we only saw each other on weekends, but I don’t think we ever spent a weekend apart. During the Covid lockdown he came and lived with me at my moms house, and before I knew it we were signing a lease to our own apartment. In fact, the day after we moved in was a year since we had met in person.

I don’t mean to get all sappy on y’all, but I honestly don’t know where I’d be without him (actually, I do, and it’s still living at my mom’s house) and I have Hinge to thank for that. We joke around with each other all the time that we try to come up with cooler stories on how we met when people ask, but honestly society puts such an emphasis on social media and technology today that I’m starting to think the good ol’ fashioned meeting your soulmate in person has entirely ceased to exist.

If you ask me, my advice for anyone hesitant towards trying out a dating app is to just give it a go. I’m not immune to clichés, and as nervous as I was I’m a firm supporter of the statement that you never know what will happen if you don’t give it a try, and that’s what pushed me towards saying yes and meeting him in person. We’re almost at our year and a half mark of being together and I couldn’t imagine my life without him. And, lucky for me, he didn’t even try to kidnap me once.

Written by: Brianna Perry

Brianna is a twenty-something year old, hopeless romantic who drinks cheap wine, shares too much personal information in her writing, and dreams of living within the sleepless streets of New York City. She has an affinity for black lace and red lipstick, and eats waaaaaay too much pad thai.