Tinder, as far as I can tell, has 2 purposes:
1) Quick little self esteem boost when needed. (Administer moderately.)
2) Portable opportunities for consequence-free sassing of douchebags. (Administer liberally.)
I guess some people also use it for meeting romantic and/or sex partners? So weird.
The Liz Show: The one that seemed like a movie
I’m not a stranger to flings, to one night stands, to random hookups with someone you barely know. It’s what I did for a long time. Then I had a long term relationship, a short but incredibly intense relationship followed by a rebound. A couple of hookups in between. And then I found tinder. Thinking this would be the perfect fun fling app for me, I signed up. In need of a distraction, I found myself addicted. A few conversations started and one started that was actually kinda fun, flirty, but fun and sweet.
He was from DC, in town for a month. I was heading to DC soon and we talked about restaurants I should go to. Conversation was good and easy, but I wasn’t in any rush to meet anyone, even though he tried. Finally, after my trip, after he pursued, I agreed.
I dragged my best friend out with me, as he and his bunkmate were out on the town. On a warm January early evening, we walked into Pour House. And then it began. They were funny, they were sweet and the four of us hit it off immediately. Drinks, food, more drinks, and lots and lots of laughter. While there were a few moments of awkardness, as there is whenever strangers meet, they were fleeting and sweet. They had lots of great, intriguing stories from their jobs and all our wits were on point with each other. A stranger could assume we were two couples out on a Saturday night as if it were any other Saturday night.
I spent 20 hours with him straight. 20 hours. From 6PM on Saturday night to 2 PM on Sunday afternoon. 20 straight hours. We talked about jobs, travel experiences, exes, family, funny stories, current events, political and social views. And after I dropped him off and watched him walk off I knew I was fucked.
Turns out I found exactly what I was looking for in a one night stand.
Over the past year I’ve had three relationships and from two of them I got an idea of characteristics I’m looking for in my future husband. And when I met this guy, I found them all. And things I didn’t realize I wanted until I met him.
I will say that this has never happened to me before. I have fallen hard before, but not over someone I know I have zero future with. I went into this with extreme caution and came out head over heels. And since we still talk occasionally (a few days ago it was nonstop) I’ve become even more smitten. It’s absolutely, completely, 100% ridiculous. I can’t believe it. I’m stupid for this guy. ANd he’s quite possibly the most unattainable guy I’ve ever had feelings for. And this is The Liz Show has a movie plot.
WHO MEETS A GUY AND SPENDS 20 STRAIGHT HOURS WITH THEM? There have been tv shows where an entire episode is one hour of a DAY, so clearly, this has enough material for a 2 hour movie. And I can’t get him out of my head.
Some body help me.