Juliet - Your Voice Memos Overwhelmed My Hinge Account

New York City NY

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… Much like you overwhelmed my heart! OK, no, seriously, you are a gorgeous, redheadish, 27-year-old queer woman that I chatted with Saturday morning on Hinge until our voice messages somehow overloaded my account. I can no longer get into our chat thread, no matter what I do. I am frozen out. Despondent. I despond. Pretty sure you’re 5’1” or “smol.” You have one or more nose piercings. You said you worked at some cooperative in the listing, but intriguingly you also mentioned you were a therapist. I believe the latter because your insights were penetrative, although I suspect you will object to this word as you prefer “feminine Care bear energy.” I would have liked to have talked more. My name is Graham. As I told you I am older and “basically dead,” although remarkably handsome for being so. You celebrated maniacally at my demise — one more dead old white man. I laughed at this. Did I mention I would like to talk more? I actually don’t know what else to do but delete and try to find you again. In case you still somehow don’t know me, I’m Batman. No, really. I hope you stumble across this. Alternatively. I hope the great queer anarchist community of New York, to which you belong, rises up like a Leviathan and bears this digital message in a bottle straight to your doorstep. God bless you for helping a straight privileged white man one more time. We do not deserve your kindness. Yours, Graham