I Hated High School Because the Prom Queen Made My Life Miserable — 12 Years After Graduation, She Matched With Me on Tinder and Had No Idea Who I Was

had been on me for weeks.

“Just download the app, man. One date. You don’t have to marry anyone.”

“I hate those things,” I had told him.

“You hate trying. There’s a difference.”

He was not wrong.
I opened Tinder and let my thumb do the work.
Swipe.
Swipe.

A woman holding a yoga mat.
A woman holding a margarita.
A woman holding a dog that was clearly not hers.continue reading …