Katie Mather

I always wait too long.

Before we became Real Friends, we’d sit around his living room and he would talk about his ex-girlfriend (the one he was still in love with) and he would never use her name (although I knew what it was). He’d always just say “her.”

You’re so whaaaaaaatever and laid-back about everything, it’s so cool. You just have one, tiny little extravagant dating standard, and it’s that you only want to date that guy who literally has no interest in you. And who also already has a girlfriend. But you look hot in sweatpants! Has he seen you in sweatpants?

Oh, boy, a notification reminding me that time is passing at an alarming rate and that I’ve barely improved since 2008.

I am actually very stupid.

You deserve it!

He talks to our mutual friend about me and she quietly passes his thoughts along to me while we’re sitting in the corner of a very busy bar (she needed to charge her phone and I don’t know anyone here).

why does tinder need fb info
tinder success story
tinder horror story
bars near union square for first date

It’s cuffing season, ladies! You know what that means! Time to start falling in love with unattainable people!

We meet during a weird time in both of our lives.

12:40PM: I hate this salad I hate this salad I hate this salad I hate this salad I hate this salad I hate this salad I hate this salad I hate this salad I hate this salad I hate this salad I hate this salad I hate this salad I hate this salad I hate this salad I hate this

Finally, it’s October! My favorite month for busting out some thick turtlenecks, wool socks, scary movies!!, and for having epic existential meltdowns over almost everything.