Tinder Users From Around the World Share Their Horror Stories
For some of us, it’s hard to remember the last time we heard Tinder brought up in conversation with a positive connotation. The dating and hook-up app seems to have delivered plenty of laughably horrifying encounters to singles ready to mingle around the world. Finding your soulmate, or even a decent relationship, seems like a rarity. But finding a bad date, on the other hand? That’s pretty much par for the course, as these Tinder users found out. You might just finding yourself swiping left on these tales of romantic woes.
One More Song
It was last year. I’d just moved back home. All my friends from high school were gone and I had no friends left. I went on a Tinder date with a girl across town. I was supposed to meet her there. She stood me up but kept texting me wondering where I was. So I looked for her frantically. Despite having that feeling in my stomach she was messing with me. I attended the concert alone. Tried to enjoy myself. Felt bad. Cried a bit on the way home. Was a really bad day. Also sent her the meanest text I’ve ever sent anyone. I hated her for ditching me and leading me on just out of malicious intent.
Blinded by the Light
I was recently on holiday and decided I would jump on Tinder to suss out the local talent. I matched with this guy who seemed pretty attractive and we talked for a few days and discussed catching up for beverages, which never eventuated.
Towards the end of my trip, I chatted with him briefly and he explained he was going away the following day but I was more than welcome to come over to his apartment. Despite having apprehensions about going to a complete stranger’s apartment in a foreign country, I decided to go.
Nevertheless, everything seemed smooth when I arrived at his house. He was charming, good looking and talkative. We got to talking and one thing led to another and before I knew it we were making out in his lounge. Things escalated rather quickly and I decided that this was okay as I was on holiday and would never have to see this guy again.
Whilst things were in the heat of the moment, I looked at his laptop and realized the green light for video recording was on. To say the least, things came to a sudden end and the police were nearly involved. I’ve decided to take a sabbatical from Tinder in the meantime.
Long Train Runnin’
This happened a couple of years back. I’d just recently moved to Perth, Australia, from the UK. A new friend pointed me towards Tinder for meeting girls. I started speaking to this short, white, redhead who was a geek like me. We were hitting it off really well, and after about two weeks of talking, she was comfortable enough with me that she wanted to meet. We arranged to meet at a bar in Perth City.
I arrive first, find a table and text her to see if she would like a beverage. I purchase the drinks and wait, but she is running late. Fifteen minutes later, a middle-aged Asian lady sits down at the table and introduces herself as the girl I have been talking to. Puzzled by this turn of events, I show her the picture of the girl I thought I was talking to. She looks at the picture, then at me and goes, “Yes, that’s me,” and starts talking about how nice it is to finally meet. Being British, I don’t like to make a fuss, so I nod and smile.
I talk awkwardly for a couple of minutes while trying to find the ringtone select on my phone. I press it and pretend to get a call from a friend in need of help. Say my apologies and run to the train. Later that night I thought it may have been a joke or a test. We never spoke again.
Speaking in Tongues
I invited a guy to my favorite place, the zoo. It was going well, but shortly after arriving, he ate a pretzel and almost bit his tongue off. He began bleeding for the next couple of hours and spitting out blood. I looked at it and half of his tongue was swollen and puffy. It looked horrible. He then “tried” to eat a hamburger and his eyes displayed the pain. He tried to kiss me multiple times but my ninja self dodged the gross-looking mess he had going on. Great sport…but it didn’t work out.
Exchanging More Than Numbers
I had a guy engage in some criminal activity on a Tinder date. We were at a bar when he excused himself outside and was gone for a while. I went out, and there he was, chatting with a random man about illicit substances. This went on for about two hours before actual contact info and objects were exchanged. It was really awkward and nightmarish.
I went on a date with a guy from Tinder. I quickly realized he wasn’t my type but decided to just go with it for a while. Half an hour into the date, he asked me if I wanted to have a beverage. I left early. A week later, he sent flowers to my work with a cheesy poem confessing his love for me. I worked in a coffee shop in the middle of a busy shopping center. I never even took them home, I was that embarrassed. And I never spoke to him again.
Robbing Her Blind
I’m new to the country, so I’m kind of low on social activities. I have a few friends from work and that’s it, so I decided to give it a try on Tinder.
I got together with this girl who was a bit older than me. We met for a dinner and she said that it was weird to meet someone online, but eventually, we hit it off. She was a good-looking girl — smart, funny, things were beginning to look better. Eventually, I met her friends, she met mine and everything was cool. It seemed like it could be something after almost two months.
But then she had maybe the worst week ever — problems at work and with family, some burglars broke into her house and stole her TV and other things, her car broke. It was awful. I was trying to be supportive and offered to help her with whatever I could, and I started to text her more often. The next week she went on vacation and I never heard anything else from her. I texted her twice and didn’t get a response. Then she blocked me; it seemed like she thought I was involved in the robbery or something.
For the Workforce
I got matched with this guy and we started talking about work. I’m part of the recruitment team and facilitate final interviews where I work. Two weeks later, my colleagues approached me with a pestering smirk and asked, “So do you know our applicant for today?” It took me a while to realize it was him. Now I’m the girl known for recruiting new associates through Tinder. But hey, talk about innovation, huh?
Again for the First Time
A few years ago, I was dating this girl and her father really hated me. This was a bit odd, as most parents love me (or at least lie about it really well). He was a huge jerk and I always called him out on his stuff. Anyway, her parents got divorced and we broke up a few months later.
Fast-forward to around a year later. Another girl from Tinder and I had been dating for a few months and things were starting to get serious. We were at the point where she wanted me to meet her family — mother, stepfather, little sister. Why not? I’d have no problems meeting them. “Let’s do it,” I said. She told me how excited her stepdad was to meet me, and as it turns out we both happened to be Kansas City Chiefs fans.
Well, if it wasn’t the same jerk father of my ex-girlfriend…
Like It’s Her Birthday
A buddy of mine hit it off with this girl, and after a few days she invited him over to a house party. “Sure,” he says. What could go wrong? He shows up and is introduced to a few of her friends, all guys. As the night carries on, more and more guys show up and very few girls are actually at the party. After they start talking about how they all know this girl, they find out that she invited them all from Tinder. Every guy was there not to hook up, but to populate her birthday party.
Five Star Review
I showed up to the restaurant for our date and waited about 30 minutes, ordered myself some food and was about to leave when he texted me: “There’s a liquor store across the street from the restaurant. Can you pick me up some?”
I told him I wouldn’t. He says he’s decided to play frisbee with his dog instead. I deleted the app, went to the liquor store, picked up something for myself and went home.
He texted me for a month or so after to tell me he’d just bought tickets to see me dance (I’m a retired ballerina and haven’t been in anything for a few years). Then he texted me an hour after and told me how great I was on stage. I never responded. Dating is too confusing. I’m all done.
I started talking to this really sweet guy for about two weeks and things were going well. Then I started getting calls from this girl whom he claimed was his crazy roommate that was in love with him and kept trying to get him fired from jobs. Turns out, she wasn’t the one lying. She was actually his live-in girlfriend, and they had moved here together from a different state. Apparently, he wasn’t actually a citizen and was trying to obtain papers. Thanks, Tinder.
Written on the Subway Wall
I needed a date to Passover dinner with my friends. He wore a vest and a newsboy hat, and then he introduced himself with a bow and a hat flourish. The night only got worse from there. He refused to eat any of the food because “Things on the plate were touching” (it was soup) and wouldn’t shut his mouth during the 12 minutes of seder. When it came time for his train home, he purposely missed it so he could stay the night. Nope. After a movie with uncomfortable levels of closeness, I convinced my friend to come with me to drive him to the nearest train station. During the ride, he thought it was the best time to tell me he was schizophrenic but didn’t take medicine because “it was the devil.” He tried to hold my hands, saying that they were small, and it made him feel very sketchy to me.
The night ended with him telling me he was going to poop on the subway and write my name in it. There was no second date.
I met up with this guy I had been talking to for a few weeks. He was tall, dark, handsome, originally from Turkey, a world traveler, etc. We meet up for sushi and things are going great. We have tons of stuff in common, and then it was like a switch flipped.
He started talking about how now that we were going out, I couldn’t wear nail polish because he got weirded out holding hands with someone who wore nail polish. He said he wanted to have a daughter but freeze her in time at the age of 4 so that she’d always be a Daddy’s girl and love him forever.
I literally just stared at him, speechless, and tried to get through the date expecting, at the very least, a free meal. But…no free meal. In fact, it was a more expensive meal. This guy had the nerve to ask the waitress to split the check when he ordered twice what I had! We paid, I stormed out and I never talked to him again.
I messaged a cute blonde girl one day, got a response, and after a while of back and forth making each other laugh and getting along, I mention I’m in a wheelchair, and suddenly she was losing her mind talking about our future and how she wants to explore places like Australia and I wouldn’t be able to do that with her because of my wheelchair.
I let her go on for a while to see if she’d ever bring it around to a normal person thought process, but it never happened.
I had been on a couple of dates with this girl that I met on Tinder and learned that she was really into the rockabilly scene. I found out that a local nightclub was hosting a rockabilly-themed night, so I took her. She had dressed to the nines and we were having a great time in the club.
Suddenly, this guy accidentally spilled a drink on her ’50s-style dress. He apologized profusely. She stormed over to grab her coat and bag and on the way out she punched the man in the face. Everyone in the club was shocked. I took her outside and told her she couldn’t react like that, and that’s when she took her heel off and hit me square in the face for “siding with the guy.” Blood everywhere. I never answered her calls after that.
A Reasonable Excuse
I met this guy on Tinder and we had a couple really fun dates. I was pretty into him, so on our third date, I decided I wanted to get intimate with him. He took me out for a really nice date and then he invited me back to his place for a drink. One thing led to another and we started making out on his couch, fully clothed. But this lasted FOREVER. I didn’t want to make out the whole night. So I decided to take matters into my own hands and I took off all of my clothes.
Then he sat up still fully clothed, looked at me, and said “I can’t sleep with you. I have something.” Possibly the most awkward moment of my life. I tried to be super nice about it, but I promptly got dressed and left. And as many of my friends have pointed out, I’m extremely grateful that he told me.
En route to the worst date ever, this guy texted me from the burrito place where we were meeting to tell me he’d already ordered me the salad. I repeat: SALAD. At a burrito place. Also, was this the past? Was I now incapable of placing my own food order?
Anyway. After arriving, with my salad ready beside his plate of tacos, he spent the next half an hour telling me about his model ex-girlfriend and how passionate their “breakup” had been… last weekend. The final straw was when, even after telling him I wasn’t a big fan of smoking, he literally asked a stranger for cigarettes and then chain-smoked them beside me.
No Tasing, Ma’am
As we’re walking to get drinks, she tells me (not asks, mind you) “You are going to walk me to my car.” I say “Okay.” And then she says “I have a taser,” and pulls it out and turns it on — I assume in order to make sure I didn’t try any funny business. Regardless, at that point, I told her it was nice to meet her but I didn’t want to continue. I said goodnight.
The Perfect Puzzle
I met a girl and she seemed pretty cool. She worked for a popular internet magazine, so I thought we would get along. She showed up 20 minutes late for our date because apparently she moved into her place over two months prior and she hadn’t done laundry yet (but she did mention she did have a ton of undergarments). She said she sends her clothes out using an app and they’d just returned the wrong person’s clothes. She had to look though their stuff to find something she could wear (yes, that means she wore someone else’s outfit to our date). She also showed up in an ungodly amount of bronzer, bright green eyeshadow and blue mascara, giving her the appearance of an Oompa Loompa (did I mention our date was at a coffee and chocolate shop known for its hot cocoa?). I made up an excuse and took the long train ride home.
Kisses of Fire
I went on a date with a shy girl who was new to town and didn’t know anyone. No big deal, I’m friendly. But to loosen up, she starts having some beverages and she doesn’t stop. So after a while, she’s inebriated — dancing on the tables. I want to leave, but I’m not a scummy guy and it doesn’t feel safe. She ends up wanting to bar hop, so we do. I convince her not to have more drinks.
She starts making out with random guys. Is she their problem now? No, she still has me escorting her around. Now we make it to a new spot. She’s making out with a guy full-on and I run into my ex with her current boyfriend.
My date started making out with my ex’s boyfriend’s rugby teammate. I ended up awkwardly hanging out with my ex while my “date” left with the teammate. She ran into me again days later and was very embarrassed.
Cry a River
On the first date, she told me I’d already ruined the night because I chose to sit on the bar side of the restaurant. On the second date, she got us kicked out of my favorite restaurant for yelling at two guys wearing the jerseys of a team she didn’t like. Two weeks go by. She calls crying because I didn’t call her on my birthday. I agree to a post-birthday lunch date. I tell her I’m not interested in continuing seeing her, and she runs to the bathroom crying (this is date three, and I don’t even know her last name). I take a bite of her sandwich, pay for the lunch and walk home. This is one of three awful Tinder experiences. I’m not sure I’m ready to try again.
A Snappy Reaction
We meet up. She’s really pretty and seems really cool. We hang out a couple times, and she seemed really into me. A couple weeks go by, and a friend of mine dies unexpectedly. My grieving process usually involves me holing up for a little while to just be miserable by myself.
I told her what happened and that I needed to be left alone for a little bit. She texted back saying she was so sorry and that she wished she could come hold me. About 26 hours later, I text her just saying “goodnight.” I woke up the next morning to a response along the lines of “Lol, wow, seriously? I’ve lost interest. Maybe if you get your stuff together in a couple of weeks you can come back and maybe we can try again.”
Play “Free Bird”
My first Tinder date was interesting. We went for curry at some Japanese restaurant, went for a walk in the park and I bought some macarons. It went well enough to warrant a date to the fair, and that went well enough to get her to come over to my place.
So, we decided the best thing to do was play guitar, make homemade egg rolls and watch Napoleon Dynamite. The egg rolls went over well, and we got the movie going on. We eat up, I set away the dishes and I take my seat next to her, trying to get closer and closer. Eventually, we’re next to each other and I slowly start leaning onto her shoulder, which she pointed out. I scoot away, taking it that she didn’t want to be so close, to which she says, “Yeah, that’s right, just go all the way over there away from me.”
Jokingly, I agreed and decided to throw the covers that were on the bed behind us between us. Unfortunately, I forgot we played with the guitar and I decided to put the guitar on the bed. At that point, the guitar fell with the covers and hit her on the head.
It was our second date, I was pretty into her and the first date was really good so I was expecting a great night.
She suggested we go to a favorite bar of hers, have a few drinks and chill out. When we get there, we discover a load of her friends sitting around in a group. She introduces me and sheepishly mentions we met on Tinder. This gains me a few weird looks. One guy (who happened to look quite like me) reacts a little more obviously than the rest.
My date introduces her friends and goes off to get drinks, leaving me to the group’s collective judging stare. The dude who looks like me says, “What was your name again?” After I say it, they all turn to mutter to each other. He smiles wryly and asks, “What about your full name?” When I tell him, the group erupts in laughter.
Turns out the guy who looked like me was in fact her ex…who also happened to have the same first and last names as me. That made for some incredibly awkward conversation.
The Ramblin’ Wreck
I went on a date with a guy. It was pretty decent. He was an engineer, pretty nerdy. He asked me on a second date, where he said he was going to make dinner for me. He makes jerk chicken that’s literally so spicy that it’s inedible. I could not eat even one bite of this food. I guess the guy was nervous or something, because he wolfed down three huge plates of this jerk chicken. I have never seen anything like it. He didn’t even talk to me; he just shoveled food into his face.
Then about 10 minutes later, he has to go to the bathroom. He’s in there for about 20 minutes. He comes back out and I can see that he is super sick. He is sweating, his eyes are watering and he reeks. He makes it for about five more minutes before he has to go back to the bathroom. He went to the bathroom seven times while I was there.
The worst part of this though was for the two hours I was there (most of which he spent in the bathroom) he made me watch Georgia Tech football. I hate football and I tried to change the channel, but when he would come back out of the bathroom, he would put it back to “the game.” After this, he texted me for about a month periodically to ask what I was wearing to bed. Even though I didn’t answer he would just keep texting. I finally had to tell him explicitly to back off.
I had been talking to this girl on Tinder for a while and we decided we wanted to meet. The problem was that I had asked my roommate if I could have the room later. I went to sign this girl in, and we have a proctor in the lobby at my university’s dorms. My roommate and several other friends of mine placed a Bluetooth speaker in my room and hid in the hallway, waiting for me to get back.
I didn’t see them, and things started to get hot and heavy. Then, “Let’s Get It On” started playing from somewhere in the room. I started searching, and after five minutes, while the song was finishing playing, I found the Bluetooth speaker under my roommate’s bed behind his dresser. Yes, I had to move both of them. The two of us decided to call it so we threw on some clothes and I walked her past all six of those jerks. I never saw her again.
Two years ago, I was on Tinder and matched with a guy. He was good looking and we planned to go on a first date. We never had a first date because I ended up falling for a friend and deleted my account, but before that I got heaps of abusive messages from Tinder guy.
Fast forward to now. I’d been single for nine months and decided to get Tinder again. I matched with a guy and decided to go on a date. We met, and he proceeded to tell me what a horrible person I was for rejecting him. Later, her sent more abusive messages. Yep, it was the guy I matched with two years ago. He changed his name and grew a beard just to meet me and let me know how horrible I am. I still cringe every time I think about it.
Guns for Hire
So I went on a date with this girl, she drove to my house and I drove her to the date. She was a bit bigger than she let on in her pictures, but that’s pretty much expected. We go to a drive-in movie, it’s alright. She’s pretty boring overall, don’t really plan on seeing her again. Movie ends, I drive to my house, say goodbye, she drives home.
The next night, I’m watching TV with my roommate. Someone calls my phone from a blocked number and says “Whatchu doing with my girl?” I had no idea what he was talking about, so I just kept saying “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said “Why have you been texting her? What are you calling her about? You better not be messing with
Well, that night I slept with my weapon very close by. He never came and I never heard from either of them ever again.
Like a Virgin
Happened a year ago. Met this guy. Similar interests, looked great in his pictures. We decided to meet up on a Sunday for lunch. I was so tired from a friend’s Christmas party that I threw up upon arrival. He didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t order a drink, and I couldn’t order one due to how I felt. Once the feeling subsided, I suggested we walk around and head into a bar.
He doesn’t like the first bar, had a “bad experience” at the next bar and keeps on passing on them until we finally get to his favorite bar. He orders drinks, and after a few more drinks I suggest heading to another bar. He passes, because he confesses that he’s only 20. And while his profile said he worked at a local college, it was a work-study position because he’s a junior there. Maybe it was the amount of drinking or maybe it was the exhaustion, but I still brought him home. Things occurred, and I found out that that was his first time. He ran away in tears and threw up on my apartment stairs. We repeated the process once he was 21, and it was almost the same situation. Never again.
The 51% Chance Rule
I matched with a girl, we talked briefly and she messaged me asking me to come over and get intimate (very explicitly). We hooked up, and she’s didn’t seem right in the head, so I bailed. Months later, I get called into the Dean of Students office and was accused of assault. I was under investigation for the majority of a year and almost got kicked out of school. Stuff is super messed up because they judge based on this thing called the preponderance of evidence rule (don’t know if that is widely known or unique to my school). Basically, if there’s a 51% chance I did it in the eyes of the investigator, I’m guilty. I just recently got my “not guilty” verdict. Talk about a relief.
Not So Great in Person
So I met this guy. He was in the army and we couldn’t meet each other soon enough, so we ended up speaking over the phone for around a month or so. He was cute, made me laugh and was sensitive. We scheduled a date for a Saturday night. I picked him from the bus station with my car and he was carrying a huge bag with him. I didn’t realized until that moment that he had planned on spending the night without even asking me, assuming it was fine because his base was closer to my house. I must say that I wasn’t attracted to him at all, but I really liked his personality…
When I met him in person I felt like something about him was really off. We went to a restaurant, had an okay-first-date time and then the check came. I believe sharing half is totally legit. He insisted on paying and handed the waitress his credit card. She soon came back to tell him his card wasn’t accepted. I immediately pulled my card out and paid for the meal. No worries. It happens. I didn’t want to make a huge deal about it.
We came back to my place and it was a highly unpleasant experience. I lived with my parents (I was still 19) and didn’t warn them I was bringing a boy over. They’re usually somewhat fine with that as long as I tell them before. But I simply arrived with him unannounced, which caused major awkwardness. My dad interrogated him, and then we went to my room. Even when I wasn’t that attracted to him, I was in this period in my life where I couldn’t say no to intimacy due to my really low self esteem. In the morning I drove him to the bus and we said goodbye. It seemed like it was okay. Ever since, he’s dismissed all my messages and calls and I never heard from him again.
Not What He Thought
So I matched with this girl by accident. She messaged me first, was super into me and wanted to hook up. We talked for about a day or so, and I was free the next night and figured we should get together. She wasn’t the best-looking girl, but she looked cute enough in her pictures.
I went over to see her, and she looked nothing like her picture. The moment I saw her I knew I had gotten myself into a bad situation. Despite this, I tried my best to ease the awkwardness. We put on music and I asked her some questions, but it was just really bad. She was not who she made herself out to be and I honestly felt disappointed. I couldn’t subject myself to this, so I created an excuse to leave.
A Bit Too Cocky
I went out for drinks with a guy who was a few years older. He starts telling me he’s a lawyer, which is great, but I quickly realize we have virtually nothing in common. I decide to ride it out, as he seemed friendly enough. I ask him if there’s a particular reason he’s doing online dating, which I feel is a pretty normal question. But he looks at me like I’m an idiot and says, “Uh, to get with women.”
So I go, “Really?” “Well, yeah.” “What, you can’t do that without the internet?” And he says, “Well, looking around the bar right now, I see, like, six girls I want to be with. But it’s not like I can just go up to each of them right now. So, you know. It makes it easier.”
At this point, I was just laughing internally at this guy’s misguided attempt to come off as a lady-killer. I couldn’t tell if he was socially awkward or incredibly rude — if he had said half-jokingly, “Well, to meet girls,” I would have laughed at his cockiness. But the way he said it just came off weird.
So I ordered the most expensive beer they had, let him pay for it, gave him a slow kiss to let him know what he was missing and left.
I hit it off with this really cute Italian girl. She was a little odd at first, but I put it down to quirky charm. She was gorgeous, and at first glance completely my type. We ended up getting intimate on the first date. It was amazing. I stupidly let her film me. You can see where this is going. We were good for another couple weeks or so before she had a dream where I assaulted her, and she called me and asked why I’d do that to her. I was literally in awe, trying to explain that dreams and reality are not the same thing.
I don’t hear from her for about a month (we stopped seeing each other). I moved on and was actually on another date at the time. At about 7 in the morning, I get a text, saying “Go on Facebook.”
Sure enough, she’d gotten into my account (I used her phone once for Facebook as mine had died and I needed to speak to someone) and she’d posted the video she took of me, with a massive blurb of text basically saying (as myself) that I assaulted her and I felt really bad about what I did. Luckily my friend caught it only an hour into it being online, so it hadn’t spread. But it was long enough for many of my close friends, boss and mother to see. Luckily they’re a chill group and most forgot about it within a month or so. I’m lucky to know the people I do. That could have been really bad.
No Parents, Please
I’ve been on three Tinder dates with three separate girls, and they have all been the same horror story. For some reason, the god of Tinder has decided for me that, whenever I’m on a Tinder date with a girl, we will run into her parents at some point during the date. Three out of three times, this happened. And three out of three times, it was horribly awkward for everyone involved.
Family Is Priority
My Tinder horror story is also someone else’s Tinder horror story. I swiped right and matched immediately. He sent a Snapchat of the match screen to her. They broke up within the hour. And that was the day I deleted Tinder.
I wasn’t really paying attention and was just swiping right to literally every photo that came up. And after a little while a match popped up that wasn’t a fake profile. So I did the natural thing and looked her up through our mutual friends that popped up. I realized her name was different than her Tinder name. And then she messaged me. We chatted for probably five minutes, and then she asked if I wanted to meet her somewhere. I figured what’s the worst that could happen?
She then told me to just to meet her at her house. I looked it up and she lived about 15 minutes away from me but in a pretty bad part of town. I made the conscious decision at that point that I wasn’t going to be the guy that didn’t have any fun this evening. However I hedged my bets and asked if she’d just meet me at the local bar. She agreed.
I got in there and found a table, but at that point I realized I had zero idea what she looked like. Shortly after, I hear my name. When I turned to face her, I was slightly taken back. She was about 200 pounds bigger than she looked in her heavily edited photos and had a shaved head.
Handing Her Off
This girl hit me up and we ended up going out to a club with her and her roommates, who were all male and way older than her. In the middle of the date, she started getting frisky with one of her roommates. This was after she and I had made out for a bit, too. I walked out to the porch with some beverages for everyone and caught her sitting on his lap, which I thought was strange, but I was inebriated enough to let it slide. Then later she all of a sudden started holding hands with the guy. When I asked what was up with that, the roomie went, “Oh, don’t worry about it. We’re just friends. This doesn’t mean anything.”
I was pretty out of it at this point, so I think I just mumbled something and walked off without even saying goodbye. First and last Tinder date for me. It still weirds me out when I think about it.