The moment we entered the fairly empty locker room, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Okay, damage control. Door was locked. I opened the Tinder app, ignoring my four unread messages, and went straight to my profile. I could probably erase those messages anyway, because starting a conversation with a man was a lot harder than it should be. What had happened to my gender? What on earth did we think we’d accomplish with a lazy “hey”?
