RIP Tinder? (Or, “Good riddance, Tinder”?)

I feel a bit like a novice surfer just back from a trip to Hawaii: exhausted, overwhelmed. I need a break from surfing.

Over the summer, I discovered Tinder, and the wave of women rapidly crested. There was the Amazon, Luna, the Rockette. There was Rose, and Penelope. There were other women, including not a few who stand ready to suck my cock, but whom I haven’t yet been able to make time for.

And then, a few weeks ago, Tinder booted me. There had been a brief booting just a week or two after I joined, but this time, it seems to be for good (unless someone tells me how to get around their phone verification thing, which I simply can’t seem to do).

So Tinder’s gone.

No more swiping right on hundreds and hundreds of beautiful women, no more idly reminding myself of all the women I might fuck. I’m back to life before Tinder, where the only way I met women is through my blog and, to a lesser extent, through OKCupid. I’ve never, as I’ve written, been one to pick women up. Somehow, that’s a skill/aptitude/interest I never really mastered. I’m good at making small talk with women, but the way my respect for women works, it never feels like a good idea for me to attempt to transition from platonic small talk to sexual banter.

So here I am, with an unprecedently long list of women eager to suck my cock, and… and… I feel a bit overwhelmed, like… I need a break.

I never could have predicted, or imagined, that there’d come a moment when I’d suspend my policy, when I’d feel so overwhelmed that I’d be virtually hiding from the women interested in me. But here I am.

I’ll explore more of this in the coming days, but it’s intriguing to me.

2 comments

  1. So, what happened to this fantasy of countless women there just for your pleasure?
    Well, enjoy your break I guess, we all need one once in while!

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