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.
But I met a bunch of really interesting, great guys, who I still keep in touch with — it's hard to be real friends with them, but we're pretty friendly.
I've set up some of the guys on dates with my girlfriends.
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.
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.
Our families don't know about us, because it's kind of a taboo.
We're thinking about how and when we'll tell our families.