I’m not sure what I was doing on the app to be quite honest. Maybe I was curious, or maybe I was lonely, or maybe it was just meant to be. I wasn’t expecting MARRIAGE out of Tinder, but I did want something real.
I know you’re going to say I’m an idiot, but I thought the whole formal date thing was unnecessary, a step that has to be taken by dumb people who aren’t as good as I am in judging people’s characters.
Someone, a manual please. I would do it, but I have absolutely no idea how to navigate this part.
Tinder is our new breakfast cereal. For some, it’s the first thing they wake up to.
I swipe through Tinder unimpressed. No. No. No. No.
Upon the initial download of the apps, I won’t lie, I felt like a kid in a candy store.
Tinder has been a desert of late. Decks of average blokes devoid of adequate grooming or humour. Sigh. I have a whole weekend and a drawer full of Keflex.
We’re all young, not ready to be tied down and the unicorn in this myth is that everyone will find someone else at closing time because we don’t have to go home but we can’t stay here. You get it, I get it, everyone on my Twitter feed gets it; we’re all sick of being alone.
Your name is not Josh or Nick.
I’m sorry you’re disappointed. I’m sorry you feel poorly. But you need to respect her silence. Back off.