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**NOTE:** I included a (non-sexy) epilogue on this one, because I think being real about sex is important. Sex is not what you see in porn. And rough sex can require special considerations. I want to remind everyone that **SUB DROP IS REAL**.
I’d never used Tinder before. I know, I’m a bit late to the game. I created my profile with a few selfies I found on my phone and started swiping. I wasn’t really sure what to expect, I know that Tinder is mostly used for a hookup app, but people were definitely less forward than on r4r. I matched with a guy. He looked like my type. He looked like he didn’t take himself too seriously, his profile was my type of obnoxious sarcasm, and damn he was hot. Every one of his photos made me want to see more, especially his shirtless photo with a dirty pair of jeans on. He looked fit, but not the gym rat kind of fit. He was the kind of fit where I could tell he was active in his daily life – maybe his work involved manual labor, maybe he played a sport, maybe he liked to rock climb. I could see the muscle definition in his entire body – his six pack abs, his arms, his back. The jeans in the photo were just low enough I had to swipe right.