Let me set the scene: you’re me. You’re the kind of person who has this polyamory joke as one of her Tinder pictures:
So, anyway, you’re me. You’re on tinder. You match with someone who checks all your boxes: smart, funny, athletic, polyamorous, the works. Things are going well until they pull the classic “we’re better off as friends” line.
Oof. Gut punch.
So, naturally, now you need a rebound. Except, instead of finding a one-night-stand on Tinder, you impulsively buy a tandem bicycle. A broken tandem bicycle. I’m sure there’s some symbolism here about desperate rebounds being broken. I’ll also point out that a tandem bicycle needs a second rider, which is also probably some sort of metaphor about polyamory
Anyway, I patched her up and gave her a bath and now I just need to name her and find someone who will ride her with me. Which I guess will send me back to tinder.