I just spotted Eric’s wedding ring on the nightstand…
That moment when the coworkers of the guy you’re dating send you a super helpful email with suggestions for Israel, so you message him on What’sApp to say that you “love love love them!”, but word-predict decides to do you a solid and you hit send before you realize.
I hate my life.
That romantic moment in a relationship when your iPhone automatically connects to his WiFi.
….But we still remember this:
My excessive sweating is just a mix of crappy AC and a raging anxiety disorder.
Thanks for reminding me, though.
You wrote three traits. The first should be one word. The second is misspelled.
Not your best sell, Boris.
You all already know how I feel about childhood photos on dating profiles. But this one, paired with the “about” section, is truly classic.
How do you not see that this is creepy, Matt D?!
You get ONE shot at this, man.
…but I just found this to be fucking hilarious. I kind of feel like I need to know this person.
Mom: “I figure you like this guy, since you haven’t written too much about him.”
Me: “Yeah, well. I’m trying not to be a weirdo.”
Mom: “Good idea.”