Last night was a rare Friday night off for me. I am a musician (I play jazz) and a busy one at that, working between 5-8 gigs a week, but yesterday I drew a goose egg on Friday night and that was fine with me.
Over my two or three months on Tinder I’ve built up a number of matches and I thought about texting one for a last minute drink but for some reason my heart wasn’t in it. For starters I was wondering if it would be insulting to be asked for a drink at the last minute. I could have shown some foresight and texted with a few days warning but what can I say, I’m not that organized. Throw in the fact that I haven’t felt much of a connection to any of these matches and I felt that it was best to take a night off to relax.
So I stayed in, worked on some music transcriptions, read a little Proust, (that’s exhausting in itself) watched a little Netflix, and masturbated. In short, a solo Netflix & chill.