Tinder B@ng
Tinder.
The bane of my existence.
But with my 30th birthday around the corner, I’m feeling the heat to jump into the deep end with both feet. Except, it’s not deep at all. It’s a kiddies pool filled to the brim with unsolicited pecker portaits, and ‘hey babe, wanna b@ng’. So when the first sem-decent guy, fifteen years my senior, swipes right, I think I might be one of the lucky ones.
Until I’m not.
Tinder.
The bane of my existence.
Only because my triplets thought it would hilarious to sign me up without my knowledge.
It’s a disaster in the making, but considering my first marriage ended badly, I decide to jump feet first into the dating dumpsterfire. And the flames are too hot for my liking. But then my children swipe right on a woman fifteen years my junior, and I think maybe I’m willing to risk the flames. Until I’m not.
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