Tinder is shitty game

I was reading my diary, reminiscing about old dates. There is one I’ll never forget:

I’m really pissed off. Tinder. Do I need to say more?

I’ll tell you anyway. I found a woman on Tinder. Pretty, nice, everything good. We decided to go on a date. Drinks on a local restaurant. I went a bit early, waited, waited more, and after half an hour I phoned her. She had forgotten the time. She asked me to come to her place, promised to cook food with a glass of wine. It wasn’t really a good beginning, but since I was all dressed up, I decided to go.

Well, as you could guess, she was completely unrecognisable. And not in a positive way. Wasn’t at all like in pictures. Reminded me of my aunt Gertrude after drinking bout. Her apartment was disgusting. Dirty dishes and empty cider cans all over, the bed was unmade, and the vacuum at the corner looked like it hadn’t been used for quite a while. I like to keep my place tidy, so I was shocked. She was pretty drunk and smelled of sweat.

I looked with horror when she took a burnt pizza out of the oven. There weren’t clean plates, so she put it on paper plates and poured the wine into a plastic cup. I was starving, but I said I wasn’t hungry. I tasted the wine – you can imagine the taste of the cheapest possible white wine at room temperature, not a pleasure. It didn’t help that there was a lingering cat shit smell you get if you don’t clean your cat’s litter box often enough.

Never have I been so sure at first date, in 15 minutes, that this won’t be a love story of the century,

And the sex was also disappointing.