“One should either compose ruthlessly exactly what one thinks to end up being the truth, or else shut up.” — Arthur Koestler
Published on | August 31, 2015 | 184 remarks
[Alex] claims he met on Tinder — “Tinderellas,” the guys call them — in the last eight days that he himself has slept with five different women. Dan and Marty, additionally Alex’s roommates in a high-rise that is shiny building near Wall Street, can attest to that. In reality, they could keep in mind who Alex has slept with into the previous week more easily than they can. “Brittany, Morgan, Amber,” Marty says, relying upon their hands. “Oh, and also the Russian — Ukrainian?” “Ukrainian,” Alex verifies. “She works at—” He says the title of a art auction house that is high-end. Continue reading