A Turkish couple decided to GO BIG and float into their wedding ceremony in a boat suspended in the air by ropes... Unfortunately, it wasn't the smooth sailing they practiced in the rehearsal. One of the ropes snaps, sending the vessel plummeting, the bride flying, and the groom slamming to the floor.
What I love most of all when it comes to this particular Tinderer sharing her conversations is the fact that she addressed herself on Imgur as, The Lady Tinderer, which implies some vague sort of posh nobility to an otherwise dirtied and depraved modern day dating process. So big ups. I think. Or maybe she's just pretentious. Anyways, let's enjoy some solid Tinder conversing as portrayed from the lady's perspective.
This guy's story that he shared over on Reddit's "Today I F**ked Up' thread will leave you shook. I can only imagine what that guy is doing right now, after his devastating realization...
“This happened yesterday. So, I was lying on my bed in my room at home, reading, when I heard the front door open and my flatmate come in with a girl. He clearly didn’t think I was home, because they immediately went to his room (which shares a wall with mine). I was mildly amused by this, so I decided not to go out and ruin their fun.
“Before long, they start getting down to it and, since they didn’t think I was home, they weren’t shy about being vocal. He was grunting away, and she was moaning pretty loudly, shouting his name, etc. All this noise started to turn me on, so I started masturbating, figuring that this was better than porn because it was real-life. Eventually, the girl started moaning even louder, which I took to indicate that she was cumming, and there was some definite wall-banging as well, so it didn’t take me long to finish either. Satisfied, I went back to my book.
“After about half an hour or so, I was bored of being confined to my room, so I went out into the lounge, not really caring if I’d embarrass them; we’re all adults, we can just laugh it off.
“I walked into the lounge to find my flatmate sitting on the couch, watching TV, with his arm around my little sister.
“Christ. What have I done?”
These painful, cringe-inducing, vaguely sadistic experiences have yet to fail in the way of keeping things absolutely ridiculous. Our morally-grounded man of the hour stayed strong in the face of relentless, thirsty desperation. Seriously, this whole situation was too aggressive. Poor guy had to all but run away there.
