![]() After he didn’t RSVP to a long-scheduled date that he set up, I called him on it via text. Soon, he’d stop texting mid-sentence while we were making plans, then I’d get an adorable message from him a couple days later, and the pattern would repeat. After our first great date, Ken’s messages were full of urgent pleas to meet and compliments galore-until they weren’t. He gave me his number and we met within a week. ![]() When he introduced himself on the site, my first thought was that it was a fake profile-his photos looked like they were pulled out of Athletic Stud Monthly, shirtless on a boat, tuxedoed at a party, Fashion Week-ready on a New York avenue. I remember swiping right and thinking, Yeah, right, like I’d ever get that. ![]() The moment Ken and I matched on Tinder I was smitten, and surprised.
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