Today’s confession: I need a better hobby.
I have a confession for you, our dear readers. But first, let me set the scene by telling you that I’m writing this while sitting on my couch in a pair of five-year-old sweats while watching Never Been Kissed. But now, back to my confession:
My name is Annemarie, and I am a recreational Tinderer.
Although I was hesitant to admit it to the entire internet, I figured my little anecdote might at the very least give you a good laugh. It started out as a morbid curiosity. Several of my friends had started using Tinder and while I held out for a while, eventually my curiosity got the best of me. Why not look at pictures of random guys in my area and judge them without remorse? It was entertaining. Incredibly shallow, yes, but entertaining. Not to mention, every match with a particularly attractive individual served as a little confidence boost. Oh heyyy. But eventually it became a bad habit. After a bad encounter with a real life guy (or just because there was nothing better to do), I’d turn to Tinder for some cheap entertainment.
Now please believe me when I say that I don’t think anything serious can come from a Tinder conversation. I KNOW it won’t. But boy are some of them entertaining. In fact, it’s chance conversations like the one below that have kept me from deleting the app for good.
With a name like Bacon, this had to be good. I mean, who doesn’t like Bacon?
Solid opening line. I wonder how many times he’s used it before…
I might have made it a little creepy with the burn comment. I sent it before his last message though so it was totally unintentional.
And then things got a little… heated.
He was really serious about his breakfast meats.
For the record, I did not see him in the morning. Or ever.
So enjoy, friends, but please keep in mind that there are some real creeps out there. So Tinder on, if you like, but swipe carefully.
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