Death, taxes, and bad luck on dating apps are all certain when you're living like Mantis. I met a lady on Hinge, things were going smoothly, but my heart would eventually break into a million pieces as she hit me with an explanation as long as a novel. But you always have to look at the bright side. Maybe she was afraid to lose in putt putt? Maybe she wasn't the one? Maybe I should hit up that girl I took on a date to the bar again?
Either way, there's millions of fish in the sea, and you just have to move on to the next one like Jay-Z. Fellas, can we get some F's in the comment section to cheer me up?