Let’s not kid ourselves. It doesn’t take that long to reply to a text.
Twenty dates in one night felt like a lot considering I’d only been on one date for the last six months.
Call me picky, but I know what I like.
I’ve been told to dumb myself down and even dress dowdy so as not to scare guys off.
Their attraction is magnetic, but their personality combination spells utter destruction.
Unlucky in love, or plain shit at online dating?
If you keep telling people you’re not good enough, they’ll eventually believe you.
Does this mean I’ve given up? Will I die alone? Do I care?
Note to self: Don’t always offer second chances.
I created a group chat entitled, ‘The Bermuda Tinder-angle’.
Baby, you turn my floppy disk into a hard drive.
I could be single if I wanted to.
Love, just like cupid, is stupid…
Let my failures be your lesson…
There’s a reason workplaces have HR policies against relationships.
I did not foresee how this would go down…
“I sat in his car while he spent an hour crying.”