Even with my guard up, I ironically attracted someone who was another version of my best guy friend, but in a different package.I ended up being one of those girls I used to feel bad for, and I had no one to blame but myself.
I needed to tell single girls everywhere that you can meet a guy who isn't just out to fuck you and that you can have several amazing dates, which I did, even though it was only with the one person I actually followed through with.
After my friends begged me to get back out there and back online, I decided Tinder was the way to go because I wasn't necessarily looking for a relationship, but just something else — anything else.
I was in fuckboy mode myself, needing a distraction from being hurt and spending all of 2016 as a semi-side chick who was promised a change that would never materialize.
I'd been out of the single game so long being married that, when I got divorced, I was amazed at how girls could just put themselves out there with their bathroom selfies, tits showing and duck face in full-effect for any random stranger to gawk over.
It was like an open invitation to either get screwed or screwed over.