Love Me Tinder


What she felt: nothing, and as he spoke more nothing perched, nested, laid eggs, and caught the avian flu inside her.

Riffing on F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Tender Is the Night, Janelle Blasdel offers a brilliant homage to dating in the age of Tinder swipes over at McSweeney’s.

Tamara Matthews is a Chicago-based freelance writer and editor currently blogging her urban explorations at Find her on Twitter: @writingtoatee. More from this author →