It had been about a year since my ill-fated date with Matthew, and date #2 began with a spur of the moment decision to skip class, curl up in a dim part of the library and redownload Tinder. Emboldened as only a college student lying on the ground in a semi-public…

I’ve discussed this before: I’m not bad-looking. Previously, I’ve conceptualized this as a ‘Survivor Hamburger’ situation, but maybe it’s better summarized in gifs from Broad City (as is literally everything about being in your 20s in…

When I left you last week, I’d been solidly ghosted by Jason on Friday night, which I wasn’t feeling too worried about, since I had a date set up with Jack for Tuesday night. (Note…