One match’s greeting was simply “BLM. ”
I got deeper and deeper into his social media as I waited for my Tinder date to arrive. Sitting during the club of a dimly-lit Toronto restaurant, I swiped through their Facebook pictures to visit a) if some of their girlfriends had mysteriously died or vanished a la Joe Goldberg or b) if any one of them had been Ebony.
It was my very very first date since my very very first breakup that is big.
Before my ex and I also started our two-year courtship, I bounced from situationship to situationship without any genuine attachment to anybody I became dating. Continue reading “It’s Tough Being Ebony on Tinder, But I’m Not Giving Up”