What is it about Grindr that makes people believe they have the leeway to a) forget entirely what decorum is, and b) say things that only the ultimate cringe would say? Could you imagine sitting in The Ivy with a guy, leaning over to him across the candlelit dinner and while waiting for the h’vuderves to come, asking if he’s ‘packing’? I presume they think it’s horny… #Debbie
So sometimes it’s good to turn the tables and keep a cringe in check.
Sent in from John, Dublin.
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