Back in my grad school days I would occasionally hit up tinder, though I rarely went below a year or two younger than me (30 at the time). Unfortunately over summer break the pickings were slim in our small college town, and I found myself moving my age range wider and wider as I ran out of girls to swipe.
I eventually matched with Jasmine, who was home from college for the summer before her senior year, staying with her parents. She was a little under my height, 5’10, skinny, glasses, with loose curls. Think [this girl](https://dqpa1ou18htth.cloudfront.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/12362061_148749405492449_205137123_n.jpg) but dorkier. We talked about anime, programming, movies…
Her profile was pretty tame (like her pictures were definitely worthy of being on a linkedin profile), but after a few days of texting, once it became clear this would just be a fun fling, she started getting dirty. She told me she liked it rough, liked getting thrown around, and that she wanted to “get on her knees and choke on [me].”