Monday, August 17, 2015

“There is no dating. There’s no relationships,” says Amanda, the tall elegant one. “They’re rare. You can have a fling that could last like seven, eight months and you could never actually call someone your ‘boyfriend.’ [Hooking up] is a lot easier."

"Never actually call someone your 'boyfriend...'" Words...just lose all common meaning in Tinderland. That's why I cannot comprehend. A "fling" can not last seven, eight months, Tall Elegant Amanda. That's not a fling, it's just not! Nor a hook-up! But the word "boyfriend," Amanda comprehends the meaning of boyfriend and for her boyfriend did not apply to this situation. He was a fling a hook-up. Why? Don't know. Don't fucking knowwwww!! She doesn't provide her definition of boyfriend.

What could we imagine it to be? A boyfriend is, my understanding of the word "boyfriend" is an individual of the male persuasion who you hang out with, movies, dinner, whatever; who calls you up and says, like, I don't know, "You want to go to the movies?"; somebody who knows something, a lot, about your life, like knows what you are majoring in at Boston College, knows your parents names at least, siblings names, who your best friends are, stuff like that. A boyfriend is someone who knows something about your insides besides the inside of your body cavities.

Arright, that's enough, I think I've demonstrated that I have a comprehensive understanding of what a boyfriend is. Now, let us take a LEAP! of faith and attribute an understanding approximate to that to Tall Elegant Amanda. Where may this guy fall short of boyfriend...ness. Well, what if he doesn't know all that stuff? Then he's an asshole, not a boyfriend.What if the only time this ASSHOLE calls her is when he wants an O? What if the extent of his conversations with Amanda are, "Wanna fuck?" "Can you send me some nude pictures?" Then that could go on for seven, eight months and not rise to the level of boyfriendship. And apparently Amanda is pretty all right with that, "it's a lot easier." Fine! Girls like O's, too! Okay! I get it! Here's my fucking #, 800-OOO-OOOO. Free call. Thank you.