Ten years ago, I moved to the Netherlands, single and ready for adventure. It was the peak of Tinder, and I was eager to explore. But conversation after conversation fell flat—until Bart.

His profile was a mystery, though. Helmets, distant figures—who was he? No clue. But something told me to swipe right. By the end of the week, we met for a drink. He was early, wearing a blue collared shirt. The date was perfect. I wanted to kiss him. I told him so. He leaned in, said “good,” and… walked away.

Then, the night took unexpected turns. A missing bike, a shared ride, a toothbrush. A story that still leaves open questions—was it chance? Was it planned?

All I know is, that night changed everything.