I started talking to this tragedy last week. His name is Mike. We got to the point of exchanging numbers when I asked him how he voted in the last election. When it comes to central valley dating, this question has gotten me away from some real pieces of shit. FYI, if you voted for that megalomaniac of an idiot, you are a real piece of something, alright.
Anyway, he looked like the last tragedy I fucked more than twice, and he was big on the idea of going out on a date Friday or Saturday night. Okay, its bitchy of me but that last part is really stupid. If you want to date someone, you can go on a date any day of the week, regardless of time, period. Please don't let some conceived notion keep you from getting to know another person better. So other than this oddity, when asked about it he said he didn't vote because the candidates he wanted to win dropped out. Wow. What a position from a place of white male privilege! Later on he claimed he wanted to vote for Andrew Yang or Bernie Sanders, which, I mean, Bernie all the way. Something about how he wrote this out seemed like such a lie. Like he wanted to share his right-winged-ness but then read the room and looked up left leaning candidates and name dropped to save face. It just felt so disingenuous, and I was high, so I thanked him for his time, unmatched him on Tinder, and blocked his number. Babes, if it doesn't feel right over text, it's not getting better in real life. Walk away.
I know that I am lonely, but talking to assholes from Tinder isn't helping this situation. At best, it makes me want to become more of a turtle.
That's it for today, folks! Until next time, you stay classy San Diego!