I’d been seeing someone for the past few months, but I’m finally done with it, and it’s another long and really crazy story that I’ll have to blog about later. Lately, I’ve been quite the hermit, mainly because of working from home and dealing with issues that life throws at us – like death and disease – and I’ve limited myself being around people. Sometimes it takes someone or something to get us back out… so back to Tinder it is.
My point of joining Tinder is to find people to do things with, not necessarily for sex or a relationship, but mostly to form friendships. So far, I’ve been chatting it up with some guys that – so far – seem okay. But I am weary and cautious.
Then I saw Army Guy on there, so I swiped right for shits and giggles to see what he would do. To my surprise, we matched. I laughed to myself and had no intention of actually speaking to him, but he did begin the conversation.
First, he asked if this was a social experiment or a fluke. I said I just wanted to see if he would also swipe right. Being the insecure boy that he is, I’m pretty sure he didn’t like that answer. He claimed he never read what I’d written about him, although I’m not sure if that’s the truth. Then he resorted to insulting me by saying I was too needy and unstable, which confused me for about two seconds, because I remember it being quite the opposite. In fact, I was the one that called it off with him, even went as far as blocking him after his Big Fucking Baby incident. Before I could defend myself, he deleted me. I had to laugh about that one, because it was the only control he had.
I saw another guy I’d met on there a few years ago (he was a douche) and swiped left. Then I saw him out yesterday at an event, told my friend the situation, and she said he was watching me like a hawk. I walked right past him at least twice, pretending I didn’t see him, and glad he didn’t approach me.
In the meantime, I’m just trying to make a living and keep a roof over my head. Things aren’t as easy as they used to be in this country.