I’m starting to feel like I need to quit my job. Like maybe I should be doing something better with my time, even if it’s only five hours of my day. I’m going to write this quickly and go to bed. There’s nothing really to write except that I want to write.
I am trying to find someone to love. My new coworker asked about my Tinder experiences today because I’m letting it be known I use Tinder and it really isn’t that big a deal. He asked if I was hooking up with the latest guy and I said, “No, we’re just going on wholesome dates.” He asked if we were exclusive or open and I said, “Well, we’ve only been on two dates so it’s probably ‘open,’ you know what I mean?”
I called the guy a “Tinder hoe” because that’s what we are to each other at this point. My coworker said he wouldn’t be able to hook up with random people. I laughed and told him it happens. He said, “But it’s nice to have someone to hold, you know?” I laughed some more. By the end of the night he was asking who hurt me.
Anyways, it’s all good. I want to chill on my feelings, but not. This must be a good thing.
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