The lights are off. The room is warm, and the bed a downy duvet. If it weren’t for dorm regulations, I would’ve lit a candle. I’m quite content. There is nothing that could deter me from this happiness, until my friend walks through the door. “Maya, you’re still on Tinder? !” I promptly close the app, cutting the online date short, and I deny to my friend that I had even been on Tinder in the first place. My encounter with this app was initially a week of amusement, a confidence-booster beyond words.