This past weekend, a few friends and I headed north to a rural cabin. Who was the second picture to show up when I opened up Tinder? Why it was the friendly, cute property manager who had let us into the cabin a few short hours before. Naturally I right-swiped , and turns out so did he. The first night, we invited him down to the campfire for s’mores via Tinder, which was adorable considering Tinder’s reputation as a hook up app.
The second morning, I reached out for a practical stay-related question. Then I went to read on the porch. Then friend #1 came to sit on the porch. Then friend #2 came out on the porch. Then we realized that each of us had failed to realize that the lock was still set on the door, meaning that one-by-one, we had all partaken in stranding ourselves on the porch.