Ah, Tinder. You’ve warmed my heart this week.
I have matched with, and am speaking to, a few (good) men. Two of whom are proving hilarious, one of whom I have a date with on Wednesday.
I don’t come across many witty people on this app it would seem and now that I have multiple conversations happening in the stream of funny, it is most apparent I’m starved for the delicious repartee. I have forgotten that this—the intelligent humour, the back-and-forth—is kinda a must on my internal checklist. It is so refreshing, I have maybe drunk in too much too quickly and I am a little intoxicated by it.
Need to slow down, but never giving up the banter.