The more matches on Tinder you get the more hard (or wet) you become. No talking, meeting or having real sex is necessary.
Men and women, friends and couples, day and night, weekdays and weekends, downtown and elsewhere in town – all they talk about is work, work, work. “My team” this and “my boss” that. What a blah life. Trips to Tahoe, Napa or event Colombia won’t make up for this otherwise daily, constant grayness of mind and soul.
If you need to reserve a time to hang out with a truly douchy guy (or a girl), who needs a month notice to meet up for a drink, I suggest using OpenDouche, where you can reserve a time slot in his / her majesty’s calendar and reduce the chances of them cancelling from 90% to a fair 50%.
To underscore the happy vibe of SF, I am starting the “Happy Sunday” series with this image to get things rolling: