We have a healthily interactive relationship in bed; it consists of her reading out the best bits of her book to me.
And yet I find that, at 53, my libido and I are in a perfectly good place.
) I myself have been a part of this Tinder experiment for about six months.
But then, I work from home, so I have privacy, an active imagination and, sometimes, time on my hands. For context, I should say that I also think about death a lot.
The Animal Lover is perhaps the most confusing of all Tinder types.
Sometimes you see a cute dog pic and your instinct is to swipe right imeeds. You're drunk** of a man's back as he admires a scenic overlook; view of a man surfing from 3 blocks away; group shot taken with more than one person, or worse, multiple group shots; selfie taken in the dead of night. But if there is no photo of the man whatsoever, take that square, drag it to the left, and let's never talk about it again.
(Well whose fault is it for living so close to a T. Even comedian Whitney Cummings gave it a try, to hilarious results.
In that span, I've gone on a few dates with nice enough guys, and know a few close friends who are pursuing serious relationships with their Tinder matches.