A bad, or potentially/likely bad, date one goes on within the three-month period after being dumped.
Bob: What are you doing tonight after work?
Randy: Got another Humiliation Expedition; drinks at Local Option.
Bob: How'd you meet this one? Grinder?
Randy: Tinder asshole.
Who we were on the planet, and who we might become if we survived, was a question best faced with humility. Maybe our purpose was to serve other life, the animals and the trees, and to let go the notion that the earth and its creatures exist to serve humanity.