Tinder has become the go-to app for many looking to find love, or at least a decent date. But sometimes, what starts with a simple swipe can quickly turn into a horror story that makes solo life seem like a serene paradise. Imagine this: you’re scrolling through profiles, swiping right on people who seem like a good match. Everything seems normal until you actually meet up. From awkward encounters to downright terrifying moments, here are a few tales that might make you appreciate the peace and quiet of solo living.
I met up with this guy I had been talking to for a few weeks. Tall dark and handsome, originally from Turkey, a world traveler, etc. Anyway, we met up for sushi and things were going great, tons of stuff in common and then it was like a f*cking PSYCHO switch flipped. He started talking about how now that we were going out, I couldn’t wear nail polish because he got weirded out holding hands with someone who wore nail polish and how he wanted to have a daughter but freeze her in time at the age of 4 so that she’d always be a Daddys girl and love him forever and how when we got old we’d have to sleep with the lights off since I’d be wrinkly and unattractive and just went on and on. I literally just stared at him speechless and tried to get through the date expecting, at the very least, a free meal. But noooooo, no free meal. In fact, more expensive meal. This guy had the nerve to ask the waitress to split the check when he ordered twice what I had! We paid, I stormed out and never talked to him again.
My Tinder nightmare began on Jan 8 2014 when I started texting with a beautiful woman who I knew was out of my league. I’m a 50’ish Caucasian guy, out of shape, and overweight, but otherwise stable and normal. She was a 30-year-old Black woman, college-educated, stunningly beautiful and very elegant and slender. Nonetheless, after a few days of texting, I invited her to join me for dinner at a very nice restaurant downtown. To my dismay, she actually accepted my invitation. I was waiting for her at the bar and when she walked in my jaw hit the floor. She was so beautiful I literally lost my breath for a moment. She was taller than me in her heels and was wearing a beautiful short dress with the most amazing legs I had ever seen. She greeted me with a bright smile and a gentle hug and we were escorted to our table. We had a very good date, the conversation flowed, and she seemed to have a good time as well. We decided to continue the date and went to a couple of bars for drinks. Finally, she said it was time to go home and, since she had taken Uber earlier, I offered to give her a ride home and she quickly agreed. All this time I thought that, even though the date was fun and comfortable, I assumed it would possibly lead to a friendship at best considering the obvious differences. Well, when we got to her place we talked for a few minutes more. I offered to walk her to her door but she declined. She then got out and walked around to my door. She leaned through the window and planted a very brief but sensual kiss on my lips. My heart stopped! She then leaned back and smiled. I was able to stammer out an invitation to go out again and she accepted without hesitation. I was on cloud nine! I knew that this remarkable woman would have a profound effect on my life, it seemed pre-destined.
Fast forward a couple of weeks, She and I had been seeing each other nearly every day and I was developing strong feelings already. But, something was wrong. I had a weird nagging sense that she was hiding something. Although she was being very affectionate, something just felt off. Then finally it happened. We were out at a bar together. It was a good time but she seemed distracted. As we were leaving she turned to me and said, in a serious tone, “We need to talk”. I thought, this is it, the differences between us are too much for her and I’m about to be friend-zoned. But nothing prepared me for what came next. She asked me to just listen and not say anything, and I agreed. She then started out by saying that she had developed strong feelings for me but there was something that I needed to know about her that might make me want to change my mind about pursuing a relationship. My mind was spinning and so many scenarios raced through my head. Is she married? Is she a criminal? She looked at me, and with a tear in her eye, she told me that she has stage 4 breast cancer. She was originally diagnosed 4 years earlier as stage 3 and had beaten it back into remission after having a double mastectomy along with radiation treatment and chemotherapy. Now it had returned as stage 4 and she was to start chemo again in two weeks. I was floored! She then stated that she would understand if I wanted to turn and run and she wouldn’t think less of me for it. My response was to re-iterate that I adored her. And I thought she was an amazing woman and if she wanted me to take this journey with her I would be honored to do so. We kissed and just held each other for a while. Finally, she said goodnight and went to her car to go home. I cried all the way home. We had a full amazing year together. I had to go to Japan for work and she met me there in between chemo treatments. She never cried and was always elegant. I learned what the true definition of grace meant. We lived a lifetime in 2014. She died 9 months ago, 15 months after we met. I am a much better man for having met her and shared in her struggle. I love you and miss you so much Genny!
We were supposed to meet at 9 pm, but he fell asleep and called me at 9:30 when I was already at the carnival. I told him not to bother coming as I didn’t want to see him.
He asked for another chance and I agreed.
Unfortunately, my dad got really ill and had to spend the next six weeks in the hospital with me visiting him daily. I had no time for dates and he got extremely mad.
He made a fake Instagram account which he used to follow me and everybody that I followed. He then saw me in a friend’s Instagram story and showed up to the restaurant we were at. He called me a wh*re and a liar and we had to threaten to call the police because he would not leave.
My buddy isn’t the smartest man. He picked a chick up and drove to a motel. They were walking into the room and she says, “Oh sh*t, I forgot my purse in the car do you mind if I go grab it?” He says, “Yeah that’s fine,” and tosses her the keys. 5 minutes later he walks outside wondering where she is and his car is gone.
I had been with a number of women from Tinder, but nothing that ever lasted more than a few weeks. One Friday night, a cute blonde threw the first stone and asked me about my profile. We talked a bit, and she asked if I’d like to meet her at the market in the morning. Thought to myself, why the heck not, this is a good excuse for me to pack it in early on a Friday.
We hit it off. Big time. It wasn’t long before the incredibly enchanting blonde medicine resident was sneaking into my apartment after her late shift to wake me up and roll around in beautiful bliss until we both passed out and I woke up bleary eyed headed to work in a comforting electric, yet exhausted, daze.
Things were going like I never thought they could again. It was intoxicating. She was intoxicating. We were disgustingly good together. We were so good, so smart, so convinced, we moved in together after two months. It was love. Real.. Love..
Then the stress hit. Then our true compatibility hit. Suddenly she was more stubborn. Suddenly I was more angry. Suddenly she got a little more cold. Suddenly I became a little more skeptical. A little more paranoid. A little more jealous. She is a little less responsive.
It snowballed. We fought. Then made up. Then fought. Then made up, a little weaker than the time before. Then I blamed her for not having enough time dedicated to my own interests.
Then the ex-boyfriend showed up. It started as an innocent ‘I miss you’ text from her. A feeler. They had been friends. This wasn’t ‘it was a nice run, but we’re not right for each other take it easy’ ex-boyfriend, this was flat-out vile creature ex-boyfriend. That she missed.
Then I confronted her about it, and she relented. Her fault. Was a bad idea, decided not to be stubborn. Ok, crisis averted, let’s get back to working on us. I promise to work on my anger, I start seeing a counselor.
Then she reaches out to him again. They start going to the gym together and hanging out with friends together. I have no clue. Then I find out. Anger management process out the window. I move my sh*t into the second bedroom. Flipped a lid. No turning back. Except when I instantly regretted it.
Three weeks later, we’re done. I’m still in love, she’s moving on. We still live together, and I desperately want out, but she convinced me tonight to stay another month. I agreed because I’m weak, and I stupidly hold out hope that she’ll crack the door open in the middle of the night and come lay down next to me.
It’s not going to happen. She’s 15 feet away from me, just on the other side of the wall, but she may as well be on Mars. But I’m stuck. I sit here terrified of the day I look at her face and realize that it happened.. some bright new light entered her life, just as I had a short eight months ago.
Didn’t happen to me, but a friend of mine started hooking up with this girl on Tinder about a year and a half ago. She wasn’t very attractive, and he would always talk about how much he hated her, but he kept seeing her. About two months into this he decides he’s going to end things with her. Well, he heads over to her house to break up with her and is instead greeted by the girl telling him that she is pregnant and that it is his. The first thing I tell him to do is to get a DNA test to make sure that it is in fact his kid. He insists that it is, and doesn’t get the test. He convinces her to put the baby up for adoption, but she decides pretty late into the pregnancy that she doesn’t want to give up the baby and wants to raise it. Fast forward to a month ago, and my friend is stuck raising this kid with this girl he doesn’t like. Well, I guess she didn’t actually put my buddy down as the father on the baby’s birth certificate and had been collecting money from the government for being a single mother or something, and the government wanted her to try and track down the father. That is how my friend found out that he might not actually be the father of the baby he’s been raising.
About eight months ago, Tinder date. She suggests brunch at Max’s Wine Dive on McKinney. (We’re in Dallas.) I pick her up at the Arpeggio apartments in Victory Park. She’s not ready, so she buzzes me in. Her apartment is beautiful, with lots of high-dollar stuff, and no roommate.
We go to Max’s at 1 pm. She drinks an entire bottle of champagne by herself. We leave, and in the car, she says she wants to stop by a shop in West Village. I park in the parking garage and get out. I look for her and don’t see her. I hear a noise, so I look around my car and she’s squatting next to the wall peeing on the ground.
We go into the shop. She takes a few dresses into the changing room and tells me to come over. I stand outside the changing room and she pulls me inside. She completely undresses, gets in the clothes, asks me what I think, undresses, gets in more clothes, etc.
She takes about $1,500 worth of clothes to the counter and tells the cashier she really has to pee. The cashier says sorry. My date begs, so the cashier relents and takes her into the back, but it’s too late. The damage is done. She also buys a new pair of pants.
On the way back to her apartment, she answers a call and starts talking in a foreign language that I can’t place. Couldn’t even guess the continent. She’s very nervous and upset. She hangs up and tells me she has to go to her other apartment at the Cirque, also in Victory Park. She asks me to go in with her. We go into her apartment which is also completely beautiful and belongs only to her. She has a bad*ss telescope that I start playing with. In the mirror, I see her open a safe and put something in her purse. She tells me we need to leave and asks me to take her to my house.
We go to my house and she instantly passes out. Stays passed out for about 6 hours. Wakes up, and wants Dairy Queen. It’s closed and she starts crying. I take her to Sonic. She gets a cheeseburger, a chilli dog, cheese fries, and a sundae. We come home, and she eats it and throws up. Passes out on my couch. I read and go to sleep.
The next morning she asks if she can stay and watch football. I tell her I have plans and need to take her home. She says she can’t go to either of her apartments. I tell her too bad, I have plans, and drop her off at Cirque. She texted asking when we could see each other again but I never responded.
A little back story: A few years ago I was dating this girl and her father REALLY hated me. Which was a bit odd as most parents love me (or at least lie about it really well). He was just a huge prick and I always called him on his sh*t. Anyways, her parents got divorced, we broke up a few months later etc etc.
Fast forward to around a year later. Me and girl from Tinder were dating for a few months and things were starting to get serious. We’re at the point where she wants me to meet her family. Mother, stepfather, little sister. Why not? I have no problems meeting them, let’s do it I said. She told me how excited her stepdad was to meet me as it turns out we both happen to be Kansas City Chiefs fans.
Well, f*ck me if it wasn’t the same a**hole father of my ex-girlfriend…
This is the story of my second day using Tinder and my very first Tinder date.
It’s Tuesday. I matched up with this girl, I’ll call her L, and we chatted back and forth for a bit. She’s cute as heck and I suggest meeting up and I try to find a nice neutral spot near her where we can get together. She invites me to a barbecue with some of her former coworkers. I’m pretty hesitant about this at first as I don’t want to meet someone for the first time at some BBQ.
Well, I caved and I ended up meeting her at this BBQ and in all honesty, it was pretty fun. L and I are getting along pretty well, she’s trying to feed me shots of rum (I don’t have any because I have to work in the morning), and all is pretty d*mn great. Anyways, bbq comes to an end and she abruptly says “Okay, I’ll talk to you later” and leaves. Confused, I drive my a** home and as soon as I get off the freeway she shoots me a text saying “You could have come over to my house if you asked.” I tell her I still can, she shoots me her address, and I turn my a** around and speed to her house.
She doesn’t live in the greatest part of town, but I was too certain that I was going to get some so I didn’t really care. I pull up to her house and she meets me out front and greets me as I walk up. As I’m walking up the stairs to her door she mentions that she takes in stray cats. I’m allergic to cats, but really as long as I don’t touch my eyes it’s a non-issue. Also, I think she probably has maybe 4 cats at most. These thoughts are running through my mind as I’m still walking up the steps when she says “Yeah, so I have like 15 cats,” and then opens the front door.
The front living room was pitch black, but I saw at least a dozen pairs of eyes all turn and look at the now-open front door. Then they all scattered like a bunch of c*ckroaches. Now I haven’t broken stride this entire time and continue right through the door. As I crossed the threshold I thought I had walked through a godd*mn wall as the smell that washed over me was horrific and it felt like it had weight. Cat piss, undeniably was pure cat piss from 15 unwashed strays. There isn’t a light on in this house, but I can still see stacks of bins all over the room like it was something out of one of those hoarder TV shows. From the tops of these r*bbish towers sat some of the cats, peering down at me.
L quickly ushers me to her room which happens to smell like bleach, as my nostrils have started to burn from a smell other than cat piss. She mentions having just cleaned her room and having scrubbed everything down with bleach as if that’s a normal thing to do when you clean a room. Any sane guy probably would have backed out well before now, and I should have too, but I had come too far and we got comfy on her bed and she put on Netflix. She picks a Saw-esque type movie called Adrenaline (I think), and makes herself comfortable as the little spoon. So after about 45 minutes of nothing, I tell her I need to get home and go to bed since it’s 2 AM and I have work in the morning.
During my entire time at her house, I tried really d*mn hard not to touch my face, but I knew since walking in there there was no way I was getting out unscathed. I drive home and my eyes are itchy as h*ll and are starting to water. After getting home, I look in the mirror and my eyes just look like total sh*t, completely bloodshot and itchy. The allergy has never lasted more than a couple hours after starting so I went to bed and figured I would be fine by the morning. BOY WAS I WRONG.
I wake up with my alarm at 4:45 AM, bleary-eyed and feeling like total sh*t as I expected. My eyes are heavy and I can barely open them as I shamble to the bathroom to take a shower. I flip on the light and see (or rather, barely see) a f*cking horror show. My right eyelid had swollen out to the point where it was nearly in line with my brow and was completely swollen shut. My left was not much better. Even worse, it felt like sand had been poured into both of them. I had to call in sick to work and go to the doctor to get a prescription to bring the swelling down when it looked like it wasn’t going down after a couple of hours. I texted L mentioning that apparently I was more allergic to cats than I remembered and I never got a response.
The swelling took about 5 days to go down completely.
There was this guy, he was a solid 10 in his pictures. He messages me and asks me if I want to meet up for coffee, so I say yes. He messages me and tells me that I have to pick him up… Okay whatever, I’ll do it. I picked him up, and we decided to go eat instead, he’s super funny and cute so we hung out some more after dinner. Then he pulls out his phone and proceeds to tell me that he has a son and his baby momma took off to Washington (but has no idea what part or anything) with him and he hasn’t seen him in months. So he then takes out his phone and tells me to go through a folder on his phone of pictures of his son. Like 300 of them. He sat there and made me look through every single one, and he would tell me the back story of basically every single video and photo in that folder. I felt so bad, but man I was happy when he left.
I showed up at the restaurant and waited about 30 minutes. Ordered myself some food and was about to leave when he texted me: “There’s a liquor store across the street from the restaurant, can you pick me up 2 six packs?”
I told him I wouldn’t. He says he’s decided to play frisbee with his dog instead. Deleted the app, went to the liquor store, picked up wine and went home.
He texted me for a month or so after to tell me he’d just bought tickets to see me dance (I’m a retired ballerina, and haven’t been in anything for a few years). Then he texts me an hour after and tells me how great I was on stage. I never responded.
I met my Tinder girl at the train station and she wasn’t the most talkative of sorts, but I maintained conversation all the way up to the bar we’d agreed on earlier. Only when we got there, she refused to go in, saying she didn’t like “the look of it”. We carried on down the road with me maintaining most of the conversation, and we passed nine more bars that she didn’t like the look of too. By now we were walking in near silence, so I steered our walk back towards the train station, ready to call it a day and head home. But suddenly, my Tinder lady stopped and pointed at something, saying “That’s what I want, I want to go there”. It was a van selling frozen yoghurt. I no longer like Froyo.
My first and only Tinder date- I started talking to a cute guy, and we hit it off really well. We’ll call him Greg. Greg lived in a town nearly an hour away so we texted for about two weeks before we decided to meet due to schedules. During this time Greg consistently attempted to wow me with his food knowledge (I work in the fine dining restaurant industry) often telling me about what meal he was cooking for him and his roommates each night. After several days of talking, he then asked me to come to his house so he would be able to cook for me. I oblige figuring out what’s the worst that could happen I’ve talked to him several times and felt okay about the whole situation. The day comes and we meet somewhere neutral and I follow him to his house, all the while him explaining how excited he is to cook for me.
We arrive at his place everything is going really great, he’s exactly as I pictured him and his personality fits me perfectly. Dinner time rolls around and he tells me he needs to go downstairs to begin prep. I become eager and say I’d love to help, but he insists I stay on the couch and relax. We continue to talk across rooms and I can’t see what’s going on in the kitchen. He puts something in the oven and says it will be ready in just a bit and that he made extra in case I was hungry.
Fifteen minutes late Greg leaps off the couch to a timer and runs to the kitchen. He brings sauces first saying that they are the best part; he lays ketchup, ranch and BBQ sauce on the table. I began to get confused wondering what he made as he refused to tell me announcing that he wanted to keep it a secret. Greg returns to the kitchen to retrieve the plates, he walks in and carries a turkey platter to the table. I gaze into what had to be no less than three bags of frozen fries he had displayed on a turkey platter for our dinner. He looks at me eagerly awaiting my reaction for me to lose it, I begin uncontrollably laughing and his smile drops as I say this is great thank you, assuming this was a gag meal and he had prepared dinner to follow. No Greg invited me to dinner to cook me his specialty, Frozen French Fries.
They were delicious fries… And the sauce was the best part.
Started speaking to this guy on Tinder a few months ago. He seemed alright, but not my normal type. Regardless, we started speaking for a couple of days. I didn’t realise how stupid I was until now, but I mentioned where I worked.
The night I mentioned my workplace, I saw a guy walk past that looked a lot like him. I hadn’t met him in person so I wasn’t 100%. I forgot about it and a couple of days later, it was quiet in work but my phone battery was low. I said I’d speak to him later before my phone died. Que him coming in 10 minutes later with a f*cking iPhone charger. Yes, this might have been a nice gesture if you know, I’d actually met him face to face before.
This was really weird because he said he lived on the other side of the city from where I work. I wanted to cut ties straight away, but I thought I’d return the charger after I finished work.
He said he would be in a bar around the corner, so when I finished I met up with him, gave him his charger and made some excuse to go home. To my horror, I saw on his Instagram that he’d taken a smiling selfie earlier in the day with the caption ‘I’m now a taken man ;)’. I’d seen him like not even twice.
To make it even scarier, for a good few weeks, every time I’d finish work I would see him casually walking past on his own, exactly at the time I finished. Really creeped me out for a while.
Went on a date with a girl who had already told her whole family about me, before we even met. And she wanted me to meet them in person on the first date.
This happened about 6 months ago. I was drunkenly swiping through Tinder and matched with a relatively cute girl who had mutual friends both from our college and from our high school (but I had never met or seen her before). I proceed to casually message her with some of my usual flattering pick-up lines not thinking too much about it. We sent maybe 10 or so messages before I passed out in bed.
The next day I woke up and realized that my beer goggles were definitely on the night before because the Tinder girl was a beast. Think of a female Gary Busey who participated in chicken wing eating contests every weekend. So of course I did not message her and went on with my day as usual. I got home at around 9 PM and decided to take a quick 20-minute nap. The quick nap soon turned into 5 hours of sleep. It was now 2 AM and my phone was dimly lit showing I had 5 unread text messages from a number I did not recognize.
The text messages went as follows:
11:30 PM – Hey, what are you up to tonight?
11:50 PM – Hey, you there?
12:17 AM – Are you ignoring me?!?
12:35 AM – REALLY?!? AFTER THE NIGHT WE HAD LAST NIGHT!?!?
12:56 AM – I bet if I came to your apartment you’d have to talk to me!
So at this point, I’m on the verge of producing a lot of sh*t from my bunghole both as a defensive technique as well as sh*tting myself at the thought that if this girl was capable of getting my number, there’s no reason she wouldn’t be able to find out my address as well.
I jump out of bed use my phone light and scan the room, checking every corner and underneath my bed for signs of life. Nothing. Still panicking and grabbed the closest object to me to use as a weapon….a lavender-scented Febreeze spray bottle. Aka a desperate man’s pepper spray.
So now, with the Febreeze bottle in hand, I quietly opened my bedroom door and pointed to the nozzle left to make sure the coast was clear. As I turn right to do the same, my heart drops as I see a horrible sight. The front door is unlocked. At this point, my sh*t is now resting against my anus in preparation for explosive diarrhea. But still, I can’t tell if the Tinder girl is bluffing so the house search continues.
I walk down the dimly lit hallway pointing the Febreeze bottle around each corner. I pass the closet, and the kitchen, and now I’m approaching the living room when I see a bluish light reflecting off the walls. It was coming from the TV. Did I leave the TV on when I went to take my nap? If so, why was it on mute? My sh*t begins to move further through my bowels.
I’m freaking out now and not thinking logically. My only thought is that I need to confirm that there is another human in this house before I can call the police. I’m now standing at the corner of the hallway, next to the living room. I can see the TV is on but cannot see the couch where a person would be sitting. Too scared to turn the corner, I take out my phone and call the person who sent me the five text messages. I turn down the volume almost all the way as I stand there and wait for the call to connect. My phone eventually connects and makes the first ring, and then I hear it. I hear the sound that still haunts me to this day. The original iPhone ringtone, and it’s coming from the living room.
I stand there in shock, not knowing what to do next. Tinder girl found out my phone number, and my address, and is now sitting in my living room. The phone rings again before the Tinder girl ends the call. I then hear movement on the leather couch and hear her take a step towards the hallway. The febreeze bottle is still in hand. She takes another step and makes eye contact with me for a split second. She has time to let out a high-pitched scream as my shoulder connects with my torso. I tackle her to the ground and wrestle with her on the floor spraying lavender-scented febreeze into her eyes like a madman.
The wrestling feels like it takes a lifetime but in reality, I had her pinned within a few seconds. I point the Febreeze bottle at her face. She’s crying now, desperately trying to rub her eyes. I don’t budge and start screaming questions at her. I don’t remember everything I asked her but I do remember asking over and over why she was in my apartment, how did she get my address/phone number, etc. She sobbingly tells me she just wanted to meet me and hang out but saw I was sleeping so she was waiting until I woke up to be nice. In complete shock and awe at her response, I finally grab my phone and call the police.
As I wait for the police to show, a Tinder girl is hysterically crying telling me how she just wanted to be boyfriend and girlfriend and have a perfect family and all kinds of bat-sh*t crazy sh*t. Eventually, the police came and separate us. They don’t cuff her immediately but after I explained what happened and showed my proof they arrested her and took her lavender-smelling a** into a cop car.
So yeah, that was my creepy girl story. I believe she got my phone number by messaging a mutual friend on Facebook and asking for it. But I’m still unsure how she was able to find my address. All in all, I was probably never in any real danger, but the thought that she had gone as far as to walk inside my house and wait for me was enough to spook me into never using Tinder again.
I’m an average-looking guy, looking for an average girl.
It was my first time tindering, my friends had literally downloaded it on my phone that day. I’m swiping and I see this girl I thought was cute. Nothing crazy, she looks like someone I’d be friends with.
We started talking and started texting. It was crazy how much we clicked, we both had somewhat obscure interests and hobbies: fencing, improv, and frequenting the same weird dive bars in our neighborhood.
We finally scheduled a date.
I met her at a bar we both talked about. Was extremely crowded last night to the point where it was hard to find anyone. I had a hard time finding her, then I heard “euler4!” I turned around and she wasn’t what I expected. I had gotten catfished.
She was this 5’10”, fit, and really attractive blonde. I could see how it could be her in the photo, but it was an ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE PHOTO OF HER.
Why was this a horror story? I guess I was the terrible date in this situation. She wasn’t what I expected and the entire time I just thought, wow, this girl is way too hot for me, why is she here, to the point where I ruined everything? I couldn’t talk normally to her.
I met this girl on Tinder and she actually messaged me first, which was refreshing. We converse over text for a few days before agreeing to meet. We go on a date and everything is crazy good, I feel more chemistry with this girl than I have felt with anyone else ever. A few dates later and she tells me she feels the same way. A month and a half of going on dates later and it gets to a point for both of us where the ambiguity is becoming a problem. I ask her out “officially”, and she declines, and disappears from my life without really filling me in as to why, although I have a pretty good idea it was about commitment issues and being afraid of a relationship. Whatever, I’m crushed, but that’s pretty normal. We’re in our early 20s and sh*t like this happens.
The horror part? The chemistry was so crazy for me that meeting her essentially ruined my want to see other people 4 months later. Everyone just seems so uninteresting, but at the same time, I hate being alone. I honestly have no idea how to get out of this rut, and it’s more emotionally horrifying than anything else I’ve been through.
