The past few weeks I have been having some fun with a smartphone app called Tinder. If you aren’t aware of what it is – basically, it’s “Hot or Not” and if you “heart” someone, and they also “heart” you, you will be able to communicate with one another (text message style) through the app.
What I like about it is it’s also hooked up to your Facebook, so it will tell you if you have any mutual friends, or mutual interests. (Pro-tip: I always check out people who I have mutual friends with.. I will also get mad at said mutual friend for not offering to set me up.)
After signing up, and going through the endless amount of males that have this app- I heard a rumor that this is more of a hook-up app. I hadn’t really found that to be the case.. Until tonight:
“I want to bone you”
“Oh.. Umm, wow. Thanks, I guess?”
“Oh you are so welcome. Kinda creepy since my mom’s name is also [CatLady] but I could get over that”
“Okay, so.. what? Like, right now?”
“Hmm.. where do you live?”
“You definitely are not coming here… and you can take that whichever way you would like to.” (Ba-dum-bum! ..I crack myself up..)
“Sorry mom”
“You certainly know the way into a girl’s pants. Mom must be so proud.”
“You have a great rack”
“Yes, I’m aware.”
“May I see?”
“No.”
“No with a period? You mean business”
He then told me to have an enjoyable evening, and I wished him luck in his search for a piece of meat. He said he’d let me know of any updates. I shudder at the thought of this walking-STD.
