Cupid Tinder Match: What’s Your Plan B?
Reporting live from the murder scene of your dating hopes and dreams
Guy on Match: Hey niki, hows your day going?
Me: So far, so good
Guy: Nice, any fun plans for the long weekend?
Me: I’ve hurt my knee so no fun plans for me
Guy: What did you do to your knee? I’ve had a couple knee injuries maybe I can relate
Me: Played basketball two months ago. I’ve been walking a ton and it’s aggravated it. Pretty sure I have a torn meniscus with all the popping and clicking and swelling and pain. Yay fun!
Guy: That’s a tough injury but you’ll bounce back like brand new. Does your injury effect working right now? What do you do?
Me: Just makes going upstairs to the office a drag. Haha! I’m an office manager by day and a writer, also by day. :)
Guy: Ooh nice. Do you write novels or scripts?
Me: Neither! I wrote articles on Medium. :)
Looks like he was super impressed with my writing credits. I know, you’re only a real writer if you write novels or screenplays. Writing on Medium is totally fake writing that pays me fake money I pay my real rent with. How lame of me.
Had an older gentleman at a bar give me a long stare when I told him I was a writer, too. He didn’t even go so far as to ask me if I was a “real” writer. He seemed incredulous and/or doesn’t thinking writing is a real job, either.
You know what is real? Eating a bag of dicks. Guess what? I don’t have to explain or defend my vocation. If you think it, or I, am The Dumb, then you can walk out The Door. Buh bye.
Thanks for the material for a story that could earn me some more cash-money for the rent on my granny-flat-by-the-sea. Much obliged!