Thursday, July 24, 2014

Me N' Alf.

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 took me for sushi, my favorite.

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.