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What pisses me off most? The ghostin’. You match, chat, plan to bone—then poof, gone. Like, what the hell? I’d rather wrestle a bear than deal with that. Happiest moment? When I deleted those apps. Freedom, man. Surprised me how many catfish are out there—dudes pretendin’ to be chicks, chicks pretendin’ to be models. One time, this gal said she was 25. Showed up, looked 50. “We’re just shadows,” Adam’d mutter. Damn right.

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This project is an exploration of using technology to bring back the traditional way of meeting people through the grapevine into the modern era.

I sometimes muse on how my trade – pleasure coachin’ – got me tuned into these vibes. I notice every snicker of a kiosk, every laugh bubble from local chatter. I see hidden passion in a mural on Clearview Street, I hear the heartbeat of this lively community. Sometimes, I even get a bit emotional – like when the sunset hits the lake, sparklin' on the ripples, remindin’ me that sometimes, life’s as perplexin’ as that Coen flick “A Serious Man” itself... “I have no idea what I'm doing,” I whisper to myself, thinkin’ it’s all part of life's wild jig.

Several small businesses say they've been priced out of downtown Grapevine: "Keep big chains off Main Street"