6 min read W HEN I WAS 22, I met the woman who would eventually become my wife on Tinder. Not to sound shallow, but the main thing I noticed was how beautiful she was. I thought she was way out of my league. Our first date was at a small Asian fusion place, and over a ridiculously large mountain of fried rice, we talked about each other’s interests. I could immediately tell that, at just 22 years old, she was a very deep and emotionally mature person, and that really struck me. After dinner, we went to a movie, but we hardly paid attention to it. We just sat in the very back of the theater and continued talking. I held her hand, and my palm was sweaty because I was so nervous. She was, too, but not just because she liked me back. The stakes were higher for her. Throughout the date, she stayed in constant contact with her mom, who was worried. I can only imagine the fear a mother has putting her daughter in the hands of a stranger.…