My Week On Tinder: Wanna Meet My Stalker? [PHOTO]

Don't worry about me though, I'm ok, it was short-lived.

So I'm sitting at my desk yesterday afternoon, writing blog posts, making a list of things to do at work today and my phone buzzes with a number I don't recognize.

That's weird, I thought, and it's an 815 number so it's probably someone from Rockford. I don't know a lot of people who live in Rockford but maybe it's one of my co-workers who has a question about one of our station promotions.

Then I looked at my phone and had a mini heart attack.

Who the hell is Jason? I immediately started Facebook messaging Lori about it because I was freaking out.

I definitely accused her of giving someone my phone number, I think I accused her twice, actually. Then I looked in my Tinder matches and couldn't even find a Jason.

How did this guy Jason get my number when I don't even have a Jason match?

I seriously freaked out, you can ask Sweet Lenny about it. Plus I was like, do I have to hang out with this guy this weekend? I don't really want to...

Then the messages kept coming. Every three minutes.

By now I was getting nervous. Tinder, how could you do this to me? How could you give out my phone number to some creep named Jason that I wasn't a match with.

And then. I wanted to punch the wall between my desk and our sister radio station.

I guess I should have seen this coming, someone was going to use my Tinder-ness as a way to mess with me. I have to say Lori and Captain J did a pretty good job making me freak out for at least 20 minutes.

Thankfully with the actual Tinder app, you can "un-match" anyone who is creepy or stalkery, or even if you accidentally like them and then they start talking to you. So sorry Darshan. It was an accident.

Tomorrow, I'm taking all my Tinder-ing into consideration and we'll look at the way you should make a profile, dudes, to get you whatever you're trying to Tinder for.