I've known this guy for about an hour and a half, and I'm 100% feeling that fun single life

I liked my confidence back then. I didn't have a guy or a date lined up for the evening yet, but I was getting ready for one anyway. We'll find one in a sec.

And I did. A few days earlier I'd said a grown-up goodbye to one guy, because I wanted better and more frequent dates. Then to a second one, because things were dragging on too long for something non-serious.

I was sitting there with my hair done and my dress ready, scrolling dating apps for guys who'd come to a festival in the mountains. In a small town of 9,000 people I'm now having dates more often than I did back in the big city over the past year.

While I waited for a reply from one nice guy, an hour went by. Come on, boys, step it up a bit! It'll be evening soon, and if I don't set up a date within two hours, I'm going to bed. It felt like tackling an urgent work task. Though the odds weren't great. I'd never found anyone good that fast.

I open another app, leave a couple of likes and match with someone.

Hi, my name is A, nice to meet you. I'm all for clear and honest communication.

Hi, A! I completely share your openness. I'm in the mood to go on a date with a great guy tonight.

While I was waiting for a reply from the other one, A and I made plans within 10 minutes. With a tired, sleepless guy who was still somewhere at the festival right then, but very interested in my company.

The arousing foreplay started the moment he began asking questions in a list:

1. How much time do you need to get ready?

2. How long will it take you to get to me?

3. Do you need me to call you a taxi?

Who knew lists turn me on a little.

Thirty minutes for makeup, and I'm heading to the mountain resort in my favorite white dress. I look like a sweet little candy: freshly beach-tanned skin, blonde hair pulled up in a bun as if I were off to pray.

I get out of the car and my eyes land on tall, blue-eyed A.

Wellll, hellooo. You're cute.

We stroll slowly to the restaurant, and I study him. He speaks quietly, barely looks me in the eye, smiles pleasantly and comes across as very calm.

We sat alone in the restaurant, almost at closing time. Within an hour of talking, my dating drive and excitement had slowed right down. I swear, he's about to fall asleep right here. I strained to hear him and didn't feel he was interested in me. No eye contact, no flirting, and everything felt kind of limp, I guess. Oh well... okay, at least I found an excuse to wear a pretty dress.

We left the restaurant and slowly walked off to nowhere. I'd fizzled out and felt lost.

What are your plans now? — he asks.

I don't know, what do you think?

Want to come to my place?

I sigh heavily. I look at this handsome, sweet guy and think: "What am I supposed to do with you?"

Hellooooooooo, that's not the A I met at the start! It's like I walked into a casino and my bet paid off?

What came next was like scenes from a film: we're in a hotel, naked in front of big windows with mountains behind them, I've known this guy for about an hour and a half and I'm 100% feeling that fun single life. It was the first time I'd decided to get close to someone so quickly, and he wasn't even supposed to be in these mountains, and didn't want to be.

What are your kinks? — he asks.

I don't even know what's sexier: long foreplay or talking things through this mindfully. Very safe.

Although at one point we ramped up into dominance so fast that I got scared.

Let's take it down a notch, I've only known you a couple of hours.

We slow down, using our words actually works, and it feels safe again. What a rollercoaster, honestly.

This shy guy who didn't look me in the eye, spoke quietly and wanted to sleep really was right that he'd find the energy.

I'd never met such a contrast in one person. Or such a fast match. Shock. Delight. Amazement. JUST THANK YOU.

Bonus points for the most sensual talkativeness during sex. He was so free and confident in expressing himself and his desires that he quickly passed that state on to me. And he naturally switched to slowness when we just lay there, cuddling and lazing about. My brain was breaking, but I was loving it.

And that was you tired? I'm scared to think what you're like when you're rested.

Tomorrow I'm hoping to catch up on sleep, — he smiles.

At the end of the evening we stood outside waiting for a taxi, and A took my face in his hands and said:

And you look like such a sweet girl.

A giggle burst out of me.

Look who's talking! At the start of the date you wouldn't even look me in the eye.

And what happens when a man like that actually gets some sleep?

Better to ask what was going on inside me when you meet a man like that a second time.

I felt so relaxed, safe and accepted with all my desires and ways of expressing myself that A definitely added new neural connections to my relationship with orgasms, and they're still with me.

It was a quick, vivid and the most passionate holiday romance of all time.

We knew nothing about each other, but in sex it felt like we'd known each other for ages.

That evening, on the way home, I saw that the first guy, the one who hadn't replied for a whole hour, had actually written to me after ten minutes, but the app had frozen. I never got that notification. But A had written to me three minutes earlier.

If you think something big has to happen for life to take a sharp turn, just remember how three minutes and an app bug completely changed my plans and my idea of good sex on a first date.