“I sat in his car while he spent an hour crying.”
“Wanna f*ck?” The seventh episode in the second series of ‘Tales of A Fuckgirl’…
Being sober for 10 years and online dating don’t go hand in hand. 
‘Cause ain’t nobody got time for fuckboys.
“Hey, stranger” = “I just saw that selfie you posted, and despite ignoring you for five months, I’m bored and hoping you’ll have sex.”
You wouldn’t buy new makeup without checking out reviews online first, so why do differently with a date?
Excuse me, but when did dating get this bad?
There was once a time where Craigslist wasn’t as dangerous of a place to cruise for dates…
“We  went back to his place, presumably for sex, and the pillowcases were stained with blood.”
“Just so you know, I won’t date anyone over 125 pounds.”
“I wish I could build a time machine to go back to when you were hot.”
And I’m not the only one using Tinder for a bit of self-confidence, either. 
Why do I owe you a breakup if we’ve never met? 
Do any of these pick-up lines actually work, like, ever?!
What’s wrong with indulging in a little harmless fantasy?