Disclaimer: I know this isn’t particularly steamy, but perhaps it’ll pique your interest and give you enough background to want to read the second date, where it crosses a lot more lines.
I’m sure we all remember Yik Yak, that beautiful anonymous app that allowed us to speak our minds and be judged for our mistakes. Being in Boston, the community was vibrant. There were shenanigans, major league fuckups, desperate hookups, and most importantly, the establishment of alter ego characters. We’ve all been there, used our keyboards as masks and became someone we dare not be in real life. I became the sarcastic troll that is my constant inner monologue, whereas what everyone else sees is a driven student, well rounded, big dreams, some past struggles but the strength to overcome anything.