Sup fam, Had my first Tinder date experience, and now I'm so fucked. Matched with a smokin' hot girl who was super into the same music as me, which is huge because music is my everything. Says she's in town for the week and I tell her I gotta meet her before she leaves. She tells me to come to a music bar, and we meet up just like that. She's even cuter in person, friendly, and extremely ambitious. Owns her own business and whatnot. At this point, I'm getting nervous and excited because she's the shit and I want to be able to impress her, so I sing for her, since I mentioned I'm a musician. I get done singing and she gives me that wet panties look. Sold. We have a few drinks and converse throughout the night, and then retire to my place so I can "play her some sweet, sweet music on my guitar." We arrive and I serenade her for a bit, and then we get to bangin'. So sexy. Best lay ever. Send her back to her hotel. Good fucking night. Wake up the next day and can't get her off my mind. She's in town for one more night, so I hit her up and we go back out. There was an art/music festival in town so we explored that, all the while having great conversation. I again am enamored by her intelligence and drive for success, that I again become self-conscious. I hope I'm coming off the same way. Another great night of drinking and conversing. Another passionate night of love making. She leaves the next morning. I get one more good look at her. She flashes me that beautiful smile and tells me she's glad she met me. Afternoon hits. Shit. She's 1,200 miles away now. I wonder if I'll ever see her again. Should I text her? Nah, don't want to seem weird. But why can I not stop thinking about the last two nights? I've had good nights like that before. Did we build a strong connection? Did she feel it too? Was it the amazing sex? Why do I feel this way? Ugh...this sucks. Well, it was a fun couple nights. I did good! Followed rules 1 and 2, had an amazing time with an amazing girl. This is great! Thanks Tinder. Let's see if I can't create some more magic. Swipe...swipe...swipe. MATCH! Ahh, she's cute. Hmm says she's a server. Ehh, I'll keep trying. Swipe...swipe...swipe. MATCH! Hmm, she's into that band I don't like. Ehh, I'll keep trying. Swipe...swipe...swipe. MATCH! Ok, let's give this one a try. "Hi *****, I'm zzellers, what's up?" No response. I miss her already. What the fuck is this feeling? Do I text her? Nah, don't want to be weird. Then I realized...I'm so fucked. Tinder brought me a girl who is absolutely wonderful, but I could never truly have. So now, at least for a little while, all these others will be compared to her. That's not how Tinder is meant to work. That's not how dating is meant to work. Ugh. Fucking Tinder. Giving me a chance to meet this girl I never should have met, and now I'm sad I'll never see her again. Curse your convenience.