It’s Friday! Halle-fucking-lujah I thought this day would never come. I’m jetting off to Italy tomorrow and hopefully will marry an Italian man within the next 7 days and never return to the political shithole that is DC. Ah, to
Tag Archives: Bumble
Holy HELL how is is 11 PM on a Sunday? I have accomplished almost nothing this weekend and it is only slightly correlated to the fact that I slept until noon today, cancelled a Flywheel class, and then spent the
Context: I matched with Med Student on Bumble a couple months ago, after noticing that he looked exactly like Michelin Man. Wow, #tbt. This was confirmed via screenshot with Michelin himself, lest you think I’m full of fake news. I messaged him and
Context: Hey there! J here, swamped AF with work because y’all haven’t shared my blog with enough people for my ad revenue to pay my rent yet. Rude. Anyway, my friend ‘Singer’ was kind enough to share her story of a
Context: My dear friend KA matched with Daddy on Bumble one morning when we were trying to recruit randos to go to Trio brunch with us. As one does. He couldn’t make it, but did follow through the next weekend, bringing himself and
Context: I matched with ‘Dorko’ on Bumble, and before I could even navigate to his profile to message him (just his name with an exclamation mark, of course; low effort, high reward), he used his 24-hour extend on me. Thanks, sir?