I have this one gay friend where he'll meet one dude at a pub just after exchanging like 10 messages total on Tinder, find out they aren't right for each other after a night of chatting and drinking, and move on. Then you get to the females that talk to you for weeks, then you meet them in person and they were just spending all of that time lying so they can get a free meal and ditch you at an East Side Mario's on a Friday night in the pouring rain after leaving through the backdoor when she said she was going to the washroom when she finished eating. Leaving you with a $35.00 bill, and then you have to tip the waiters because you kinda feel bad for them because they were nice and were being pretty good wingmen despite not knowing you at all.