…on, I tapped my champagne glass with a butter knife, stood up, and met the eyes of all the couples. I said love is unbreakable, like Gumby. It bends and twists and is all green and gets dirty. It can almost be destroyed — maybe it needs to almost be destroyed — before it can bounce back to its original form: perfect in design, with the ability to stretch beyond the limits of past hurts with a goofy, crooked smile.
…ations have often echoed familiar disappointments, insecurities, and rejections. What I’ve gleaned: The only thing dating apps provide is the ability to meet quickly and have sex, but they don’t change the feelings and cultural expectations surrounding sex. Guys still ghost. Girls want closure.