Hips don’t lie, and neither do vibes
So insert P, a dark-haired, thirty-something mechanic, with a mischievous look in his eyes. He wondered around in my Facebook messages worrying about why I unmatched him on that previously mentioned but not so noteworthy dating-app. I told him I didn’t, and that I just deleted the whole thing. Then he wondered why I looked so familiar to him. Classic one, I know, and a classic red flag, but it turned out he legit was the cousin of a cousin of a dude I kinda, sorta, knew. I don’t know, mutual doesn’t mean mutual anymore in this day and age. So since the world-wide web is a village and vibes don’t lie we texted back and forth until he finally convinced me to share an evening with him in the midst of all my work-duties.