Alright that’s not it
I guess I haven’t had enough. I didn’t go on tinder.
I couldn’t come up with a good profile. I’ve lost my magic touch. I’m basically the same person as always but my ability to dress it up into something seductive and alluring has withered away. It is gone. So now everything I say is boring. And stupid. And lame. Not sexy. Not funny. Not witty.
with my degraded physical appeal, I really need a top notch profile. But I got nothing. I’ve been abandoned by the only thing I ever had, my words.
But it’s okay. It’s okay. We all know any cleverness I might have is wasted on tinder. It is a sewer there.