“So if you speak to a woman who is otherwise occupied, you’re sending a subtle message. It is that your desire to interact trumps her right to be left alone. If you pursue a conversation when she’s tried to cut it off, you send a message. It is that your desire to speak trumps her right to be left alone. And each of those messages indicates that you believe your desires are a legitimate reason to override her rights.”
After having a kitchen heart-to-heart with my “not that drunk” housemate, Elle (name changed for “anaminity”), this post is going to be about ladybugs. Because, as Elle so astutely commented, “Ladybugs are not sexy.”
Do you know what Tinder is? It’s an app. It’s basically speed dating in app form. You see a few pictures of a person, and decide “Yes” or “No” – that’s the gist. If you both say “Yes” then you get to chat, and that’s where the magic happens. And when I say ‘magic’ I mean the best, worst, and most unimaginably absurd aspects of the human condition get unleashed. Search the blog for other Tinder posts- they’re always a good laugh.
Alex: Hey there sweet cheeks x Me: Hello! Now let me ask, in all seriousness, if we met at a bar would that be the first thing you’d say to me? Alex: Meet me tonight and you’ll find out. Me: Bold. Give me 3 good reasons and choose them wisely. Alex: Cock. Cock. Cock. Me: Not one of those reasons is worth my time. But thanks for playing, bye!