Yes, you read that right.
I have to pick myself up and dust myself off of the drama and sadness. I’m also finding myself, well, needing a certain something.
So, one recent day, I was really bored and needing a distraction. I also needed a male-attention-pick-me-up. I had just read a post on Tinder and remembered that many many months ago I had created a profile and abandoned it shortly after.
To the App store I went. Downloaded it and was surprised to see my whole profile was still there.
It’s kind of addictive…especially when the first few guys I “swiped right” were immediately matched to me. That was a nice, and surprising, thing.
But of course I knew the “oh this isn’t too bad, and is kind of fun” feeling wouldn’t last. It pretty much ended as soon as the first few messages started coming in.
First, I share with you someone who professed to be looking for something serious:
I couldn’t come up with a good enough comeback so I just blocked him.
And, as it turns out, just because a guy professes to be a “sapiophile” (which BTW is one of the most obnoxious terms you can include on your profile) it won’t stop him from opening with something sexual. Or having a profile that’s a topless bathroom selfie. Here was his opener:
And then there are the guys who say kind of dumb things. I suppose perhaps, sometimes it’s that easy?
Why, oh why, did I think this was a good idea?