The trill of my Facebook messenger woke me from a late afternoon cat-nap.
“Do you have a minute?” Nina*, a long time online friend asked.”I just found something out and I really need some advice. I’m too close to it.”
I threw my legs over the side of my bed and stretched out a yawn. From the urgency in her message and her penchant for writing cryptic status updates about dates gone wrong, I sensed I needed to be laser sharp for this.
“What happened?” I asked in my reply.
“So there’s this guy,” she began.
That’s always how it starts, isn’t it? It’s never, “Everything is going swimmingly and…”
“I met him on Tinder. We’ve been dating a couple months.”
“Stop,” I said. “Define ‘a couple of months.’ ” People like to round up in these situations. three weeks is a month, six weeks is two, and so on. I find that most do it to give the relationship more validity. “How many times have you actually met up with him?”
“Four,” she said. “But we’ve texted almost daily the whole time.”