Confessions of a Tinderella Pt. 3

Guess who’s back, back again *cue Eninem song*

No, it’s not Slim Shady. Go back to the 2000’s.

It’s you self-proclaimed, yet beloved Tinderella serving up part 3 of my confession. A couple of weeks ago, I re-downloaded Tinder and asked you guys to tell me what to say to my matches. Some of these suggestions included such things as: “convince people you’re a Nigerian princess on the run and you need $60,000 wired to you ASAP” and “convince them to join a cult.” Well, as promised, I asked people these questions (most of the time they didn’t answer – boo.) I’ve also included some outright RIDICULOUS things guys have said to me. Dad or any other family member, if you’re reading this, you should probably skip ahead. It gets a little graphic…

Taking the silence as a no…
He didn't care for my confession
He didn’t care for my confession
He saw me walking and decided to message me about it. Definitely less creepy.
He saw me walking and decided to message me about it. Definitely less creepy.










It was a no
It was a no
He took it a lil too far
He took it a lil too far
He just got to the point










Surprisingly, I actually didn’t go on terrible dates this time. I’ll pause for a moment to let that sink in for you. I met some pretty cool people, one of whom wrote Confessions of a Tinderfella (we’re actually friends now, which is cool). One guy told me about his bad dates that he’s been on – this girl took him shopping as their first date and demanded he pay for a $200 dress.. how crazy is that?!? And this other guy had just returned from living in Taiwan for 3 years teaching English. All around, I met some pretty cool people.

Then there was a guy I started to develop an inkling of feelings for – I am capable of emotion, thank you very much. I went into our first date thinking that this would just be another bad date I could write about for this blog, but I was wrong. It turns out, I really enjoy his company and we hung out again, and again, and again. I’m not sure what we are or where it’s going or if it’s even going anywhere, but for the time being I’m content with it. I like just spending my time with someone with no expectations, no awkwardness, no limitations; just pure freedom. It took me a couple of weeks to write this blog because of this person. I wasn’t sure what to write because I thought if I said anything, it would change the way in which our relationship was playing out. Again, I can’t say what he is to me exactly, but what ever it is, I dig it.

The point of this confession is when I stopped actively searching for someone and didn’t set my expectations so high that I was able to find what I was looking for. It was when I let myself be my true self and stopped trying so hard to impress that I was able to connect with someone. Just remember to keep your mind and heart open and to let go of your inhibitions. Remember that Prince Charming isn’t real and you should leave him in the fairy tales. You just have to learn to love someone – warts and all. (yeah, I just quoted Shrek… it’s a great movie.)

I deleted my Tinder account for good this time – I SWEAR. Not because I think that this guy is my Prince Charming and we’re going to have babies but because I realized that I don’t need it. I want to open myself up to the world around me, instead of hiding behind an online profile. There’s no saying that I’ll find what I’m looking for, but I’m optimistic that it will find me.

P.S. There is now an app called BarkBuddy, which is essentially a Tinder but for dogs. Guess what replaced Tinder on my phone. PUPPIES > DUDES.


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