This is not my thing. My strengths are not going to shine through in a simple photograph.
And, anyway, everybody on there only wants some quick sex.
But this boy -- and, you know, bad decisions are almost always predicated by a boy -- was hanging out, and he was like, "hey, download Tinder" and I was like "here's my phone, you do it", and suddenly my picture was up and we peered at my phone together while we decided to swipe "left" or "right".
I got so many matches. Why? 'Cause I'm good enough to fuck, just not to date.
Anyway, he talked to a few guys under my name, while I watched and laughed a bit. They tried to be smooth, but they were not. They just wanted sex. Whatever.
But then I took over. I found this guy who, randomly, had the restaurant Max & Erma's listed on his profile.
Max & Erma's has a frequent visitor program.
I made that boy sit on Tinder and talk to me, for probably about an hour, about the frequent visitor program at Max & Erma's. He was so frustrated, but he kept it going, because he figured it would get him laid. I asked him the most ridiculous questions about how many times he had gone last year and what he had gotten for free.
Lust does funny things to us.
I will say -- because I do crazy things from time to time -- that I did not hook up with anyone from Tinder, and I deleted the app after that boy had left.
NGS and I never have to write about any of the 7 Deadly Sins again!

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