The Things You Feed
Three or four years ago, I went on a Tinder date with a man I fell for – hard and fast as they say. It was an ambitious first date, as Tinder dates went and perhaps still go. I met him near his apartment, a bag packed with cubed cheese, sliced fruit, mediocre rosé, and bug spray slung over my shoulder #semperparatus. It was late July, and the night was seasonably warm. I’d worn white shorts and a powder blue…