Blog on online dating
Swipe right, swipe left, swipe right, chat a little, set up a date, go out, come home and write about it.
It's 2014, and this is the life of "Tinderella," a woman who blogs her way through Tinder date after Tinder date, hoping to meet Prince Charming..at least someone who isn't totally terrible.
I vividly remember the day I called a boy named Jeremy and asked him to attend a Sadie Hawkins-style winter formal dance with me.
) If I’m going to spend an evening sitting in puddles of old beer, I draw the line at concurrently becoming deaf at the hands of an Irish jig.
I used the phone in my dad’s home office — complete with a curly cord and attached to the wall — to dial Jeremy’s home landline.
My voice was shaky and my palms sweaty as I rambled my way through that conversation.
We shared awkward hellos that I could barely hear over the Irish jigging and I sat down.
He didn’t offer me a drink so after a stony silence I said, ‘Well, I’m just going to get myself a drink’.