An Experience with a Stranger, a Coke and an App

So this week we were encouraged to buy a stranger a coke and write about it in our blog. I admittedly bent some of the requirements, but I did so in attempt of making a more interesting blog post. For the past several weeks, I've been hearing talk of a new dating app called Tinder. The app essentially functions as follows: If two people are physically attracted to each other's pictures, Tinder allows for the participants to engage in dialogue. Should the parties choose, they could arrange a time to meet and begin a real life relationship. Or something. I decided that it would make a good story if I got Tinder and used it for homework, which is exactly what I did. I downloaded the app and began to superficially sift through local girls' photos. Within just a few minutes, I began getting matches. So I struck up a conversation with a few of them. In my opinion, one girl was clearly more interesting than the others. We'll call her Annalee. I chose that name mostly because that's her name. After facebook stalking her (a necessary practice to ensure she isn't an axe murderer), we set up a meeting time. Because both of us rock climb and try to maintain some degree of healthy, neither of us drink soda, thereby necessitating the first bending of the rules. I was liberal with my interpretation of the term "coke" and took it down a notch, choosing coke's gateway drug: frozen yogurt. We met and it was chill in every sense. Once the frozen yogurt shop closed up,we decided we would continue talking and migrated to my car. Steamy. Actually it really was. The defrost feature in my car is useless so I had to wipe the windows down once we parted ways. Although this activity was geared toward encouraging charity and brotherly kindness, I somehow managed to contort it to fill my own dating needs. I'm not really sure what to say about that. But I'm sure if you gave it enough though, you could find something that it says about me. Mazel tov.