So yesterday I was on Tinder in between stressing over my exam and trying to get my thesis put together.
This guy messaged me and was all like, “Yeah I just went for a run.” So politely, I asked him about it, how far he ran, that sort of thing. Then he was like, “we should run together.”
You know buddy, we were having a perfectly nice conversation before you reminded me that you don’t know me.
I don’t run. I don’t get turned on by guys who run. Running is sweaty and gross.
The only running I do is from my feelings.
In fact, I don’t run, I chase.
I don’t chase boys. I’m not going to waste my time.
I chase realistic things like alcohol and dreams.
And let that be a life lesson to you. If a guy’s idea of a cute date is running, maybe it’s time to run. away.