Dear Tinder Diary: I think I may have dodged a bullet with this one. But is it weird that I am still a little intrigued?
Layton had very nice photos posted. Obviously. Hot beach shorts, messy, dark, wavy hair. Perfectly imperfect scruff.
His banter was flirty and forward for the initial match. I had to remind myself where I was meeting him and hell I was riding high on all the male attention. He promised pancakes in the morning. Oh my! Now remember I was new to all this and it had been a long time out of the game...I only know how to play coy and innocent at this point.
He tamed it down to wanting to tickle me. Say wha? Now there's a first. I laugh now about how ridiculously into it I was. I detest being tickled. We made a plan to meet a couple of days later. He bailed. Now I kinda want to be tickled.
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