Words // Short Story: Prom, Tinder and Taxes

Words x Kristyn Potter

Last night I had a dream that I was going to prom with a Tinder date. I woke up, took a Lexapro and was thankful that I didn’t have online dating back when I was an 18-year-old. Sex was already way too easy to come by, and I thought I had the world on a string.

This weekend I listened to Frank Sinatra while taking a bubble bath with a guy I matched with on Tinder. Candles were lit around the bathroom and we went from zero to eight years and a baby within the span of a night. I was drunk; he doesn’t drink so I snuck and drank free champagne in the bathroom of Beauty and Essex a few times, grateful that people can’t tell how drunk I am.

Maybe I am the 28-year-old version of someone who could’ve gone to prom with a Tinder date. I deleted Tinder after matching with him. I’ve never really had a problem finding sex, and especially never had a problem finding love.

We spent the majority of the weekend together, burning incense and talking in excessively cerebral prose. He went to NYU so I guess it’s to be expected.

Last night he sent me a rulebook of the things he needs out of a partnership via text. I did my taxes.

“What do you want from us,” he asked over text while I was at Coney Island eating a corn dog and cheese fries. He’s vegan.

Freedom. I should have replied. And, Frank Sinatra.

“I’m not entirely sure but I know I want to be with you. I don’t know how long, but I really like your smell,” I replied, stuffing a cheese fry into my mouth.

A few texts later his guidebook came along: meditation and yoga together; affection; spending time watching films and discussing them.We meditated before sex a few nights ago. My chakras were so aligned.

After completing my taxes, I returned to the texts:

“I’m too stressed out to discuss this. It’s giving me anxiety.”

I then turned off my phone and read Anna Karenina, much more pleased with the fictionalized version of Count Vronsky than the one I am currently dating.

Maybe everyone makes mistakes in dating and the high school version of me taking a Tinder date to the prom had more things figured out than I do now.

I just received confirmation that my taxes were approved. Things move quickly these days.

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