Sometimes you go on Tinder because you've been fed the, "i want to fuck other people too" line out of the blue from your monogamous current beau. So naturally, you decide to search for some too. Sometimes you go on one damn date on the app shortly after said line and meet the sweetest dude (the best dude) who you go on a surprisingly perfect date with, ya know, the cheesy kind where you go home together and just cuddle & get giddy about all of the commonalities you share. Wellllllllllllll, 8 months later we are still together and in love and its so perfect, I could barf. My siblings call me Tinderella now. Cute.