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The prospect of a group date made me even more self-conscious. It was a fun gang of girls, each a little different from the next, and the conversation flowed easily.
Before the date was over, Katherine, Kaila, Sydney, and I had plans for Off the Grid that weekend, and I went home included in a group text that's borderline insane. Just try explaining it to your friends and family—my mom, a forever skeptic, was sure all the women would be lesbians.
But no matter how much I love him, I can't experience everything with Fritz. So I wondered, maybe I could apply the same technology to sparking platonic chemistry. Scrolling through Instagram, I came across an ad for Bumble BFF.
I missed going out for happy hour, or killing a bottle of Two Buck Chuck, with the girls at the end of a bad day. My brilliance led me to Tinder where I thought, perhaps, not everyone was looking for sex. And, the fact that I had a boyfriend didn't at all hinder match requests—they just assumed I would come over for some nice adulterous sex. A group of girls were happily hanging out; the text promised that I could "swipe right for friendship (without benefits)." I downloaded the app immediately.
If a girl reminded me of a friend from college, I swiped right to accept. My initial chats seemed desperate and overbearing——and finally I made a match. She was brand new to SF and a "lover of Bloody Marys, dive bars, funky jams…." Just my kind of woman and, as it turns out, she's one of the best girls I've ever met.
If she looked like someone my friends and I hated in college, I swiped left. But I hated making the first move, and I struggled to find the right way to start up a conversation. I suggested grabbing a coffee (drinks seemed too forward), and when the day arrived, it was exactly like getting ready for a first date.
I changed outfits several times, settling on a poncho and jeans—casual, comfortable, and cute without looking like I tried too hard (though obviously I did).
I didn't want to show up too early or too late, and I briefly considered hatching an elaborate escape plan with Fritz in case I needed to bail.
We all came to the app with the same goal—to find a group to hang out with over pancakes and bottomless mimosas.
I thought I was very over Ex Guy, but he was still able to annoy me by contacting me.
Although my annoyance was at a very low level, it was still present.
I even scoped out other girls' profiles to make sure mine wouldn't be boring—post pics of yourself traveling, drinking, or hugging a puppy and your profile is golden.
I got to the point: "I love being outside, whether that's a hike or drinking in a park.