It was a typical weekend, diving, beach, yardwork. I planted some bell peppers and cherry tomatoes. My motorcycle helmet strap broke and I fixed it. And there was the work Christmas party Friday.

And someone told me I was lonely, and recommended that I consider installing Tinder, a dating app.

So I did. I didn’t want to and I didn’t think it was a good idea, but I did. I created an account and deleted it about three or four times before I even looked at the app. Then I looked through the profiles. You can never see the same profile twice. It took about five minutes to get through all the profiles within specifications I set. And now it’s deleted again.

When I was in the navy, out at sea, the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders came to the ship and did like a show. After they left, I felt worse than I did before. A lot of us did. It was the same with Tinder, nothing seemed clear, I saw girls I know on there, and worried about someone I know seeing me.

I took the suggestion, I tried it out, I had an open mind. I don’t think dating apps aren’t for me. Maybe later, but my head isn’t right yet.

This is the kind of post that makes me think, “Maybe I shouldn’t post this post.” But here it is

Have a good week!

3 thoughts on “Tinder

  1. I understand completely. A female relative listed on Match.com and quickly discovered she didn’t want anything to do with it. The feelings about it that she shared with me are similar to yours and are the same, I’m sure, as I would feel.

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