Showing posts with label idk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label idk. Show all posts

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Bloglife.

Follow me on BlogLovin?

I want people to read my blog. How does whole blog thing work? Doesn't anyone care about my Tinderful life? I'll tell you such good stories. If you're a guy, you can learn how to Tinder and how not to Tinder. I'll win you the hottiez. If you're a girl, you can read some good shit, relate to me, also maybe learn some Tinder tips. Or maybe just laugh at what a joke my life is.
Peace Love Tinder

Feeling philosophical.

Do all guys message girls just asking for hookups? No. I know they don't, because I have multiple friends who have gone on legit dates with their tinder boys.
But no one from Tinder has ever asked me on a date. They just invite me over to "have fun" or something.
I only sometimes go. 
But do I just match with these hookup-minded guys and no datey boys? Or do I give off the vibe that I'm potentially slutty enough to sleep with you without even needing you to buy me dinner first? 
Maybe it's a mix. The hot guys I like (puh-lease, like I would right swipe for someone not attractive...I have standards) who like me back might not be looking for more than a hookup. And I might not be either. But at least offer to but me a drink or something so I can blame it on the alcohol. 
It's whatever though. I'm over it. 
Now I have to get back to Tindering, I'm not at home right now so there may be some newbs in my search radius. 

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

True Story.

I went to a bar with some friends. I was gettin my drank on. A guy - not particularly hot but not all that bad looking - came up to me and probably started hitting on me, whatev. 
I was bored. 
So I asked him if he Tindered. He said no. I said we couldn't be friends.
My friends assumed I was drunk and apologized to the bro and tried shutting me up. I was only fairly tipsy. I was just being honest. 
If you don't Tinder, I probably don't want to associate myself with you.
Okay well it's Wednesday night. Go Tinder, bitchez.

Tinder is my friend.

I feel like I may have fewer "real-life" friends now than I did pre-Tinder.
Whatev. 
Don't need them bitches. 
Besides. Now I have more Tinder friends than I did before I had Tinder. Well duh.