I won’t even look at Tinder or Huggle or any of those oddly-named apps, even though Sam has created a profile for me absolutely everywhere. Luckily we’re both in the same journalism program and we’ve bonded over hating most of our teachers and the dismal dating scene.Īt least Sam is putting herself out there night after night. Sam is my closest friend here in the city, which counts for a lot since I’ve been living in New York for nearly two years now and making friends is harder than you think.

My life is a never-ending cycle of bad decisions and falafel.” Highlight of the night was getting a kebab on the way home. “I couldn’t come if my life depended on it! So I said I had to leave and quickly got out of there.

So when he was going down on me, Never Going to Give You Up came on.” “Worst part is, he put it on shuffle and I hadn’t seen the entire list. I know.” She shakes her head before picking up her margarita and leaning over to take a loud slurp of it. And the music was really good.” She shrugs. Halfway through the date, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going home with him. Anyway, so he wasn’t bad looking though I could already tell we didn’t have that easy chemistry I hoped we would. “For your information, no dick pics were sent, unsolicited or not. “Which pic, the one in his profile or his unsolicited dick pic?” I ask. Super casual, you know? And in person he was a tiny bit more attractive than his picture online.” “I mean, we just met up for drinks down in the village, which is fine. “What didn’t happen?” she says, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. I should probably note that she doesn’t exactly complain about getting them, it’s just that the dicks in said pics aren’t up to her standards. It doesn’t matter how many times she says she’s quitting, the next day she’s back in the proverbial saddle, swiping left and right and complaining about dick pics. Plus, Sam is a pro at online dating at this point. “What happened this time?” I ask her this out of courtesy because I know she’s going to tell me anyway. “That is the absolute last time I’m trying online dating,” Sam says to me with an exaggerated sigh as she leans back in the couches we’ve taken over in the corner of the bar.

The swedish prince by karina halle