Here is Why I Will Never Touch Tinder Again

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The First Time

It was January. We met at a hotel bar for a drink. When I first laid eyes on him I thought he was arrogant. He led the way to our table with his hand pointed in the air. I looked at him and all I could think was, “No, no, no.”

He was strange. The lighting wasn’t the best so I could barely make out his face. He kept pulling these faces that looked like he was majorly disgusted by words/suggestions (see photo). I was so thirsty but I wouldn’t drink because when I arrived at the table, the water was already poured. You never know with people you meet online.

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80 Followers – Thank You!

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I’ve had my blog up and running for the past two years but I’ve never been sure of what direction I should take it in. Lately I’ve been feeling really creative and inspired and have been sharing some life experiences with you all. It seems like when I stop filtering myself and let it all go my posts become something I can be proud of. I’d like to continue in this direction!

Thank you so much to all who like, comment and follow me! I’ll be sure to keep those interesting posts coming and hopefully hit 100 followers soon!!

Peace and love to all of you. I appreciate all of the support.

Excerpt from NaNoWriMo

Then he met Olivia. She was wild. He liked her despite not knowing as much about her as he did her body. Austin didn’t care where she came from or how many siblings she had, but if she was having a bad day and needed someone, he would lend an ear. He’d snuggle up to her and they would end up sleeping together.

He knew where every scar and mole laid about the curves of her supple frame and the size of the bra that cupped her ample breasts. He knew the type of panties she preferred to wear and what her favorite time of day to fool around was, at dawn, when the sun was rising, and before anybody else woke up. Before she was able to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Before she was conscious enough to realize that the man who she had been sleeping with for all of this time knew nothing of her naked soul but only of what he could see with his bare eyes.

Afterwards they would hang out and talk about general stuff, music, movies, books, happenings but nothing more. Austin thought she was a nice, sweet girl and cute to boot but nothing more. He continued doing what they were accustomed to, being close and connecting their bodies as one, all while keeping everything else at an arm’s length.