I talk about Tinder dating the way sober people recall their drinking days. The six years was a blur. A carousel of polite conversations and drinks around Tampa. Decent sex. Veterans. Too many Long Island Iced Teas. One bar fight. I found my first husband on a whim and deleted the app in 2018. I thought I would never swipe again. The marriage exploded in 2019 and the divorce was finalized weeks before the state shut down due to the COVID-19 pandemic. So here I am again.