I had my only Tinder fling.
And it was with Alf.
Here's the story:
He understood me.
He was a great listener.
I gave him my number.
My outgoing texts were green so I assumed that he was either using Google Voice or an Android. Either way, not cool.
He won me Batman at the arcade.
He was starting to get possessive. I secretly like that.
Whoops, there goes that secret.
We got dressed up and went dancing at the goth club. This is his look I call, "Alfin Gore".
(He stole the spotlight. )
Then this shit happened:
Whelp, there goes that.