I am aware that the title of this essay sounds like some kind of bathroom-related thing that would be cringe to discuss in polite company. THAT IS NOT WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT. I am talking about Tinder. SWIPING, NOT WIPING, PEOPLE. (Although you should also be wiping. I mean. You know that. Anyway. Sorry. Let’s proceed.)
I recently had the absurdly millennial experience of re-matching with someone who I went on two (2) dates with, five (5!) years ago. There was, and is, no ill will between us – I gathered that we were both pretty into each other, but ultimately he ghosted me for a while because of a (confirmed, legit) chronic illness he has, which flared up suddenly. He later apologized retroactively for the ghosting and explained the reason for it, which was a reason I had already considered. In fact, I would have already fully assumed it was the reason, if not for being wildly insecure (lol, fun).