Best tinder date EVER

     If you couldn’t tell by the title of this blog post, I have a tinder. I have recently been more active on it, because WHY THE HELL NOT? I think tinder is a good way to meet people, that you would, otherwise, never bump into on the street or something. So, I have been branching out, and been way more open to going on these dates.
     I matched with someone, let’s call him Brandon. We went on a date, some nice dinner place. All around it was a very good date (good conversation, chemistry, etc.) During a night of a lot of drinking, I texted him. I set up plans with him to hangout at his place one night. Let me tell you, that night did come.
     When I showed up, we were being completely normal. You know, talking, laughing, flirting, and just hanging out. But, he did start to lean in and kiss me. I was totally fine with it, so I went along with it. More kissing, touching, bantering back and forth, teasing, kept us from not being able to keeping out hands off each other. I showed up at 12ish am that night, and didn’t end up leaving until 9am the next day. We never had sex, but he was really into the idea of getting me off. His exact words, “We don’t have to have sex or anything, but I really want to get you off” He told me that I didn’t owe him anything, and wouldn’t have to return the favor. I think he could tell how turned on I was. I can’t even explain how amazing the entire encounter was from beginning to start. I really want it to happen again, but I’m not sure on how to do that. So, if you have any advice, let me know. I could definitely use it.

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A Poem About Being Evil

Evil spelled backwards tells me to live.

Although love is dangerous, impatient, and most of the time unkind.

I find myself lost in it’s endless labyrinth.

Because ignorance is bliss, and I am on cloud nine for the time being.

Seduced by the way love makes me live, and how it sometimes makes me evil.

But they’re the same thing, aren’t they?

 

Apathy, that word is the real evil.

The lack of any feeling, because without our emotions we’d all be robots.

In some ways we are those mechanical demons.

Believing lies of others, but no longer believing in ourselves,

just so we can feel appreciated for a few hours.

And eventually we end up soaking our pillow with salt water.

 

The dreams and fairytales morph into new life.

You start to feel again, and it really fucking hurts.

But you can see reality, in all it’s harsh clearness,

and start to notice the real evil.

It wasn’t you, but it could be if you follow.

Following the yellow brick road to the path of pain and regret.

To use others for you own evil.

 

I never thought about the way someone could hurt me, and not even know.

To stab me repeatedly, and not even leave a wound.

This, my friends, is a warning.

Don’t be dangerous, because most people can’t refuse the temptation of evil.

I believe there are two different evils.

One can make you live, and the other can kill.

Which one will you choose?

I have a date?! What?!

Yes, it is true! I, with all the craziness going on in my life, have a date. I got a tinder, and I talk to a few guys, and he’s the first dude who isn’t really creepy and is really cute. I just wanted to tell someone, because I don’t really want to tell my friends about it and make a big deal. But anyways, hopefully everything goes okay! ☺
Have a lovely evening!

P.s I don’t really go on dates, so if anyone has any advice for me, it would be much appreciated. Thanks!

Yours truly

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