All you have to do is believe (and make a profile).
Drake obvs, women vs. internet trolls, the cost of camping, the cost of deportation, words, feminism, kink, your mama.
“Trying to be cool about it, I stood next to a woman with gravitas who immediately turned to me and asked me to be her partner. She told me she’d been dancing tango as a follow for three years and was now learning to lead. And so yours truly, a middle-aged butch dyke, happily took the position of follow to a 20-something lead in an A-line dress.”
“You know shit is real when real live tech people offer Internet Explorer as a viable option.”
“Her dog is super cool, though. You think you might still be sleeping with her because her dog is so goshdarn awesome.”
This not-so-dating app helps you find your community and maybe even a girlfriend.
Four questions. You can handle four questions. Especially when one of them is, “What’s your name?”
There’s less than a month to wrangle a NYE date! Make sure your craft the perfect dating pic lest you stay Single Forever and die alone, etc, etc.
“The internet is full of weirdos, and currently when you list yourself as bisexual you’re essentially signing yourself up to meet twice as many of those weirdos.”
I’m here to tell you why there is no failure on OkCupid, only different angles of success. And I have had some pretty bald-faced OkC fails.
“Why do I still feel the need to give her the weird side-eye and awkwardly laugh when people ask how we met?”
A possibly new approach to this online dating game to those willing to eschew norms and take a chance.
Why does this shit always happen to me?
On a typical Friday night you are: “Finding a place to put all these dead bodies.”