The awkwardness of Tinder dates. Sitting awkwardly at a rocky table at some random divey Irish pub in the East Village. You glance over at your somewhat attractive, yet overly confident and way to self-indignant tinder date as he enters minute 10 of his rambling speech about his traumatic childhood experience on the playground that led to his brief stint as a third-place contender in his high school’s JV wrestling team. Your head bobs with extreme fake enthusiasm as your body says “Get me the HELL out of here.” You glance down at your phone, desperately wanting to give your friend the complete rundown of how the date went down. No detail too small to be left out. Mark awkwardly did the yawn trick to try to put his arm around you, she must know. Do you want to know the only way that this horrible date could be even better? If this friend was there with you and there was another god-awful man at the same table with you! Read more ›