A short time ago, I was in London for the New Year and realized exactly how feels to be a single woman meeting a strange man on a dating app. The fear, the anxiety, the sinking I’ll be sold at an auction like Liam Neeson’s daughter in *Taken.*
*How much money would I fetch?*
*I’ve got to be at least above average, right?*
*Oh god, what if I’m picked last?*
Guys typically don’t feel the nerves same way women do.
This night, like times before, started with a Tinder match. I sat on my bed aimlessly swiping right to find a cute girl with a British accent. My friends and I were staying in a rather nice hotel, not because we could afford it, but because our Air BnB had been such an awful experience. The company put us up across the street for free. Since it was a day before New Year’s Eve, there weren’t any other viable (or cheaper) alternatives. Our shitty luck had turned into good fortune.