I didnt match with Chankeong. :/
Me: Tell me something sexy.
Her: I’m in Brooklyn.
This is funny.
A match on Tinder.
Her: I liked him. I liked everyone.
Me: You’re Canadian. That’s your default setting.
I have. Several times.
I met thefrenemy a while ago for a date and had a lovely time. She’s a fantastic person, a tremendously gifted writer and you should follow her/buy her inspiring book/send her wheels of cheese. She wrote about our evening over here. We still talk and I’m looking forward to devouring her next tome.
I met datebynumbers for a date. We, uh, didn’t quite hit it off. Though, as she suggests, my dickish pre-date banter led to her standoffishness on the actual outing. And she would be right. I was a dick. And for that, I owe her an apology. She’s currently doing splendid things on the West coast, and scribing about them beautifully. She’s got a book in the works and I’m sure it will be nothing short of fantastic.
I attempted to meet another follower several times, but she never could follow through with our plans and stood me up twice. Shortly after the last failed meeting, I discovered most of the photos she’d sent of herself were culled from various advertisements and chalked it all up to one big catfish.
And lastly, there’s one follower who I’ve met off and on for about five years. Apropos of nothing, she sent me a video in which she asked to meet. That led to some FaceTiming and eventually a perfect whirlwind weekend together. We’ve met about a dozen times since then and chat often. She’d likely not appreciate her URL being shared, so I will only say that she’s one of my favorite people in the world and seeing her smile makes my own grow wider. While we’re separated by a sizable geographic expanse, she has always remained close to my heart.