It's going down...I'm yelling TINDER.

TINDER DATE. I went on another. Well, we just met for ice cream the first time…but whatever. His name is Tenney, he’s from Huntsville. He’s a tiny bit shorter than me and has a beard, but neither of those are deal breakers. (What is Tinder, you may ask? It’s an app where if you think the person is cute, you swipe right. Totes uggs? Swipe left. If both people swipe right, it’s a match and you can start chatting. It’s something to do, okay?) We’d been chatting for a couple weeks, met up for ice cream so that my parents wouldn’t freak about me going on a date with a complete stranger, then had a little date on Friday. I drove up to Huntsville Friday evening and we went four-wheeling (which I thought we weren’t actually going to do because it was kind of late, so I was wearing flip flops and had to borrow some snow boots…aca-awkward) up behind his house. Huntsville is SO pretty, I love it. We had a pretty good time, even though Tenney kept asking if I was doing okay and stuff…maybe he was nervous about me not liking it or something, but it was fun. Afterwards, he cooked (burned) a pizza…not the most delicious thing, but it was pretty funny…then we watched Here Comes the Boom. His dog knocked my soda over with its tail, Tenney and I sat reeeeeally close together…our arms were touching, but that was it, and then he gave me a side hug when he walked me to my car. Like, what? I’m not sure. Maybe we’re just friends. We haven’t talked much since…strange experience. But it was fun enough anyway.