Much respect, Grizz. I don't kiss on the first date, if I'm mostly sober, as a matter of dating policy. I usually try to do something in the middle of date #2.
I'm no Grizz, but I've kicked off Dating Season 2016 this weekish with a couple of regulars I met on tinder. They both have the same name, Jenny A and Jenny B. I like the symmetry of hanging out with them on consecutive nights. There's also a trashy waitress I know with the same name. It is my New Years resolution to hit the triple crown in 2016.
Jenny A is a latina and on the low end of girls I'll hang out with. She's super cool and gives an 8.5/10

which makes up for it. She was my biggest Tinder mistake. I live in a small area, so there are relatively few social circles on Tinder. I started hooking up with her before I realized that her much more attractive friends were there for the taking. It's a sunk cost at this point, though.
Jenny B is extremely good looking but also extremely slutty. Every couple of times we're together, she'll show up with fresh bruises that I didn't cause. She's fit for a straight jacket, but I think everyone needs a Jenny B in their rotation. I inadvertently made her burst into tears post coitus when I made an off handed remark about my

hurting. She was convinced she has an STD. She was sobbing, "a year of unprotected sex with strangers is coming back on me." Okayyyyyyyy. She went in for a test yesterday. Let's hope there's good news there.
I also re-started Tinder. The wheels are in motion on that front. I'm breaking my long standing no single mother rule. I'm late-20s. A 30 year old mother has offered to make me enchiladas later this week. I'm breaking several rules on this, but I really like Mexican food.