Whelp. The Tinder crowd is reliably horny per usual. And brief. Fuckboys gonna fuck. Or at least try to. And yea, I left his name in there because it just felt a little too on the nose.
I grade this a ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Glad to see that in these crazy times, some things will never change. When we are facing unprecedented levels of disruption, confusion, blame and sickness, dudes on Tinder remind me that we can still cling to our humanity – and our sex drives. And at some point, things will (hopefully) go back to normal. And nothing is too dire that we can’t try to joke about it.
BTW – If anyone out there might think to accuse me of being glib in the face of a national crisis where folks are legitimately dying, please consider this: this is how I cope. Finding humor in trivial things and making light of serious shit is how I deflect pain and discomfort. And trying to make myself laugh is how I’m dealing with the boredom caused by the hiatus in my career. So if you don’t like it, you can just see yourself out. Thx.
Love in the Time of COVID 