So…this is how it went down.
Swiping left…Sometimes swiping right…All these guys…were lackluster to say at best.
Then this goofy looking guy with pretty brown eyes and a bright red goatee pretending to be Popeye for some reason caught my eye. So I did the Tinder Right swipe on this Ginger that ended up being my husband. It was a Tinder fairy tale of sorts. SO Fuck Yes! We were a match…then he wrote back to me nearly instantly…Fuck Yes, and a high five! He asked for my number. FUCK! YES!