Tinder

There are a lot of ways you can communicate with me. This is a tease – a bit of information as to how I interact with the apps you might use. In my NEXT post, I’ll tell you what I imagine you’re communicating to me with your choice. But in this post, it’s just a little bit of information about how I interact with the various apps on my phone.

A model swiped me on Tinder, gave me everything I asked for from afar, and then, when we finally met, gave me almost nothing. I was surprised by how much the ghosting stung.

In which I continue to use my date with Svetlana to explore my likes and dislikes.

This is Sheila’s version of our recent date. I think it’s hotter than my version. What do you think?

In which I fingered a visiting dignitary in a bar.

In which the highlight of my evening is scoring an umbrella.

Am I who I say I am? How could you possibly be sure?

Why does her lipstick match the soles of her shoes?

Why does marital status matter for casual sex? I don’t know, but for some, it DOES. I was so hopeful about this Brazilian beauty….

It was a Tinder date. I wasn’t especially optimistic, and, it turns out, I had good reason not to be especially optimistic. I really should trust my gut.