I almost didn’t share this one because it reveals a lot of personal information about me, right down to my specific neighborhood, which is TMI. Also points out the fact that I wear crop tops in one (okay maybe two) of my Tinder pictures because DUH SEX SELLS. Although given the amount of stress-eating I’m doing, combined with my gym closure, I think any trace of muscle definition I once had will certainly be gone by the time we’re allowed out again.
Which makes me wonder. What exactly is our obligation is to represent ourselves honestly once we finally start going on dates again? I’ve definitely left a first date a little miffed because a guy looks considerably different than his pictures. (Dudes – don’t lie about your height. We’re gonna find out anyway and we aren’t pleased when you egregiously round up.)
So is it false advertising if I show up to a first date later this summer looking paler, with Carole Baskin-length hair, and considerably less toned than I did in the crop-top Tinder picture from a bachelorette party in New Orleans a year ago?
This reminds me of another submission I received this week. This charmer used his poetry to disclose his updated look. Thank you for the Beard Disclosure. Much appreciated. We should all be so forthcoming moving forward.
A+ for both of ya’ll.
Love in the Time of COVID 