It was a flawless summer day and I was going to the beach. Did I have any plans to go to the beach? Absolutely none. But, being a modern woman of the world—or at least a woman with access to dating apps—I didn’t see any reason I couldn’t Tinder some up. I threw on a bikini and got to swiping for the lucky rando who would have the honor of escorting me to the coast that day.
Truth be told, I’d been in a bit of a dating dry spell—and thus, by extension, a sexing one—for the past several months. And once
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