It had been summer time prior to the election. When I viewed Trump talk at the Republican meeting while consuming pizza peperoni on my settee, we recognized that sooner or later within the last couple of months, the planet had stopped making almost any feeling in my experience. We felt weary, puzzled. We hadn’t had intercourse in a year but ended up being too depressed and wary—after too numerous boring, awkward, or simply just bad first dates—to meet guys online. That’s when I made the decision to end attempting to do things the old, normal way—i.e., Tinder.