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Anxious to see if this character will match his Tinder profile and, more importantly, if there will there be an organic connection (as organic as app-dating can be) and chemistry, you wait outside the bar. “I’m a block away on the opposite street,” he writes as your heart begins to pound, harder, faster. Now face to face with him you settle down a bit, he’s as handsome as his pictures. Actually, he’s better than his pictures. You sit down at a table near the bar as the waitress comes and asks for your drink orders. Your fruity cocktail pairs with his foamy beer and away you both sip, admittedly nervous. You make small talk discussing each other’s majors, hometowns, and aspirations. You hit a snag, some simple comment on his part that you must challenge with the quick wit of your extensive vocabulary. Turns out you crashed and burned, he called a bluff on your careless word choice and reprimanded you. The sting lingering. This date was no longer a date, it was a quarrel over drinks, who could judge and call out the other more? You didn’t know why, but it was exciting, the rush of rage and desire for someone you now only described as despicable. A few rounds later, stumbled kisses, and out the door, you both went.
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“So are you going home or are you coming with me?” “Well, what do you want?” “I think you want me to take you with me and treat you…” A quick convenience store stop and off in an Uber to an unknown dwelling (the makings of a movie). Excited for what was to come, the release of the pent-up anger and frustration after a heavy week of quizzes and tests, willingly you stepped into the bedroom. An article of clothing one by one, you thought, to make the moment drag on and tease him. You only got as far as your sweater and socks, when suddenly your hands were no longer in control, they were replaced by his. Every hair on your body now stands on end; you were ready for what was to come. As he pinned you to the bed and promised you wouldn’t leave dissatisfied your excitement, hunger, desperation, grew, almost as much as he did. It certainly was not what you expected. The promises he made, you now realized were empty and useless. Another waste of your time and effort, somehow you weren’t surprised, but you were disappointed. “I’ll drop you off,” practically the last words he uttered to you and you couldn’t care less you were just looking forward to your own comfy bed. These are the makings of our college hookups resulting from dating apps.
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