There was this guy I met up with recently — we’ll call him “Ted” — whom I right-swiped because (duh) he was cute, and also because he was a newspaper reporter, which I used to be too. We texted a lot for one night and decided to meet for coffee the next day.
When I get there, Ted is cute in person too, but clearly kind of socially awkward. Anyway, we started talking and I got to thinking wow, we have a lot in common. It was one of those great conversations where everything just flows super easily and you have a billion things you’re interested in about the other person and vice versa.
But near the end of the date, he kind of clears his throat and the vibe changes abruptly to seriousness and he goes you know I’m really new to this Tinder thing, and I want to know if you think this situation is weird after I tell you about it, and of course I’m all BRING IT ON, number one because I’m a therapist and I love people’s random confessions and also because literally nothing shocks me. Continue reading “YOUR TINDER DATE IS NOT YOUR THERAPIST (AND VICE VERSA): When Transparency Kills Romance”