If I has 2 lbs of muscle added to my body for every return arrow message I have sent on tinder that are unopened, I would be SO FUKING HUGE, Zeb ATLAS himself would want to worship my arms and cock 24/7

I’m tired of being forced to explain that I DO want a serious relationship to my (straight) friends who apparently think that being single is a choice I’ve made. No, I haven’t chosen to be treated like shit by guys. No, I haven’t asked to be lied to and led on by douchebags. And no, I don’t enjoy hooking up with guys and never hearing from them again after being told that they were at least looking for some kind of fwb situation. I hook up, because that’s my only option when all of the men I meet are too self-absorbed to put effort into developing any kind of relationship. It’s either hook up or be celibate, and I would be even more miserable if I didn’t at least get laid every once in a while. I will be 30 soon, and it won’t get any easier to find someone... The future is bleak.

Story of my life. #gaydatingproblems https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv4rWmBHrC0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=nxi1gj96ouwu

You can't help but feel disappointed when someone who talked about a future together then disappeared starts dating someone else. Just a low blow. :/