My Tinder date brought their dead mother to my house.

Here's what happened.

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Like many other unfortunate souls, my non-existing dating life has turned me to the dating apps.

This particular one is from Tinder.

I'd been chatting with this guy a few days and everything was going swimmingly.

We had so much in common and we're looking for the same things.

His pictures were cute and he didn't live too far away.

All seemed well.

I invited him over to grill out some burgers in my backyard.

He asked if he could bring anything.

I said sure, bring some bacon for the burgers.

He agreed and said he'd be over soon.

Given his distance, I expected him to be over in about 15 minutes.

I started the grill and seasoned the burgers.

Half an hour later, he messaged me.

I've driven by a couple times and chickened out.

Are you sure you want me to come over?

Maybe a red flag, but I just chalked it up to nerves and just said,

come on, I'm hungry.

So this Hagrid-looking guy shows up much different than his Cedric picture.

That's all right, I can move past that.

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