You are a damn Casanova online, but…when you make the switch to IRL? Ugh.
I love you. You’re my best friend and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. [Insert name here] will you grow fat and old with me?
But what if you’re just looking for a night of passion? Well don’t worry, I’ve got you covered too. Happy Humping!
Then one day we wake up to your morning text, and we breathe a sigh of relief. And there is even a smiley face. You must still like us!
We’re all about that swipe life. In the fall of 2012, Sean Rad and Justin Mateen gave iPhone users the magical power to scan their surroundings for potential lust interests with the swipe of their finger. Potentially inspired by Beyonce’s instructions, to the left removes the face from your screen, and to the right keeps them. The magical Tinder gave users the power of selection. It not only allowed but encouraged connections that might have otherwise never been made. This digital mixing bowl has inspired many-a-stories in our readers. In Tinder: A Lust Story, we give reactive murmurs a microphone and explore the ways in which Tinder has effected our lives, whether we like it, or not.
Love is such a complex thing.
You fall head over heels and usually begin the anguish of analyzing and overanalyzing everything they do, and everything you do in relation to them.
He’s listening to you, processing every word you’re saying, because he wants to be someone you can trust, someone you can count on to hear you and understand you and be the sounding board that you need.
So, how do we actually clarify our wants? How many wants should there be? Which ones are the most important? What if I have a list of a hundred different wants? How do I make them not sound like a list of demands? And… what if he says “no” to my wants?
This is where I find myself. Thrust into singledom since the unexpected end of my marriage, nearly a year ago. Regardless of my internal reservations, I have started to traverse the complex and confounding world of dating after heartbreak.