I woke up in the middle of the night with a sudden epiphany.
I have a date tonight with a suitor from Match. He’s the total online package: he punctuates, he’s responsive, and according to his photos ( none of which were taken of himself in the mirror), he’s tall. He’s in Rome in one, reading in another, playing with a dog in a third. By the looks of it, he’s a total normie. But then somewhere in my REM it hit me: he wasn’t smiling in a single picture.
I think I have a date with hobo teeth.
