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He showed me what came up on his Tinder feed; I showed him mine.
When the Sisterhood said “commission,” it meant having sex.
Alas, it’s easy to hook up on Tinder, as easy as ordering from Amazon Prime. My problem was that, though my exterior showed a galaxy far, far away, my own heart and soul still clung to my Jane Austen–loving romantic self.
I was looking to find that someone who—and again this is Sisterhood-speak—was not just the “palate cleanser” or the one who would “pop the divorce cherry.” I wanted to find someone I would actually want to have a relationship with.
Twenty-five minutes after I first logged on, a message came up: “You used to live across the hall from me freshman year at NYU.” And so my first date was set up.
I remembered him, and while I knew this wasn’t going to lead to romance, it felt like reconnecting with an old friend. Together we dished on all things Tinder—why did so many men (and women) insist on posting photos of themselves with their kids, for instance?
I wanted someone whose jokes landed, who was smart and cute and who would pull me out of my comfort zone.