Some men will only do the bare minimum when it comes to getting laid, i.e. showing up at her house, doin’ the deed and then leaving without so much as a promise of buying breakfast in the morning. Some even won’t show up – “Gas is expensive, can you drive to my place? Oh and you can let yourself in, there’s a key under the doormat. I’ll be in the basement, ignore my mom if she’s still up she can be a real bitch sometimes.”
This doesn’t apply for all men of course. Specifically, I’m talking about Reddit user lagger, who agreed to take a girl he met on Tinder to New Zealand if she took him to China, leading into the ultimate long-distance relationship of Tinder Time:
They are not all robots. I was killing time swiping while traveling for work in a city (Chicago) 700 miles from where I live. Just out of curiosity/boredom I messaged a girl about one of her travel photos. Subsequently I told her I would take her to China if she took me to New Zealand. She agreed. We have been flying to see each other each weekend for the past 6 months and landed in Beijing yesterday. We’re booked for New Zealand in February.
She hasn’t tried to murder me yet and still has not revealed any signs of being a bot. I honesty have not been happier.
Now I know what you’re thinking – this guy’s probably bullshitting all of us. Hell, he could’ve even gone so far as to fake the following exchange with his Tinder girl:
But that video upstairs? Nah, no one goes through the hassle of the bitch and a half that is airport security just to fake a video, no one I tell you, NO ONE.
As for how long the two of them talked until finally forking over the airfare:
We spent over 1 month talking before we actually met in person. Like I mentioned, I was there for work and wasn’t even able to meet her when we matched. I probably wouldn’t have even if I was able. Honesty tinder was more of a “hot or not” validation / confidence booster but I never was expecting or wanting to actually meet anyone on there. I’m so happy I did though.
A month? A month before you paid XXX dollars for a plane ticket? Holy hell dude you must believe in that fairytale shit called “true love,” because nothing short of a nuclear apocalypse on my side of the pond would get me to fork over that kind of cash to visit some random person I met on the Internet who may or may not dice me up into little pieces and use my remains as a substitute for bacon bits. Then again, I am an asshole. Maybe that’s why no one loves me.