Did I miss him? Yeah, in a way, I guess I did. Was I going to keep trying to get him to talk to me again? No, I wasn’t, I couldn’t. I needed to move on and realize that I had only spent one night with him, a few hours, and we barely talked before we met at the restaurant. I woke up the next morning in his house naked, alone, without a clue or a note left, aside from the one on my phone, about where he was or where he was going. He just didn’t deserve my time or worry.
I was discounting him on the premise that he was an ass, a colossal ass, the kind you never talk to again, no matter what they try to say or do later on, if they come back at all. I knew I didn’t have to worry about him contacting me again, luckily, as he showed no signs of wanting to be something more than just a one-time fuck.
I sat outside my next class, waiting for the previous one to get out, as a few kids started to stand near me, waiting for either this one or the one next door to open so we could all get the day over with. As I waited I loaded my app, scanned for guys in the immediate area, and started browsing through their profiles, making sure to hit a big fat no to any guy who even resembled Chase. Luckily for me, there was a great mix of guys, some classy, some a little douchey looking, and some who looked like they slept on a friend’s couch because they spent all of their money, the little amount they likely had, on “medicinal” weed.
One guy came up who had a nerdier look to him, one who at second glance really wasn’t that great, but wasn’t that bad either. He was just…average. He was going to school for engineering, attending the same school as me, and liked card games, computers, and vintage plaid shirts. He wasn’t my type, per se, but he seemed nice enough, so I decided to just hit yes after mulling it over for a minute.
A s soon as I hit yes, he popped up as a match, little hearts floating around his picture. Should I message him? Maybe wait for him to message me instead? As I was trying to careen my way through the perils of social dating etiquette, the door opened to the classroom I was supposed to go in next and the other students barreled out like water buffalo being chased by a pride of hungry lionesses.
I locked my phone and shoved it into my purse, deciding I’d make the all-important decision after I g ot out of class. Who knows, maybe he would message me in that time and I wouldn’t have to sit here and feel like a fool.
•••
“I was quite enthralled by your profile, finding such an attractive female in my general area who appears to be a classy and most resplendent lady who is not into the norms of the young adult population in the greater Los Angeles area. Tell me, are you a Libra?”
That was the message I got from the nerdy-looking guy who I unfortunately got matched with on the app. He was the type of guy I normally avoided in everyday life, his verbosity and lack of common sense getting the better of him, just like all of the other men who acted like this. They were the type who thought that because of their intelligence they were going to be the next tech tycoon billionaires, but in reality, they were stuck playing second fiddle to men like Chase, and I hated to admit that.
I struggled with what to say back, but soon realized that he was the only guy I had been matched with since Chase and I ended things . I had hit yes to a bunch of guys on there, maybe thirty, but none of them hit yes back or had been on the app, and it was beginning to feel a little brutal. With that in mind, I decided it was better to be out with a guy who was a little iffy than be home alone staring at the wall. At least I’d get a free meal out of it, or so I hoped.
“Thank you for your compliments . I’m glad you think I’m different than other girls around here. We should get together sometime. Maybe tonight?”
I hit send and within four minutes, and I counted, he replied, happily saying yes and asking where I
I was discounting him on the premise that he was an ass, a colossal ass, the kind you never talk to again, no matter what they try to say or do later on, if they come back at all. I knew I didn’t have to worry about him contacting me again, luckily, as he showed no signs of wanting to be something more than just a one-time fuck.
I sat outside my next class, waiting for the previous one to get out, as a few kids started to stand near me, waiting for either this one or the one next door to open so we could all get the day over with. As I waited I loaded my app, scanned for guys in the immediate area, and started browsing through their profiles, making sure to hit a big fat no to any guy who even resembled Chase. Luckily for me, there was a great mix of guys, some classy, some a little douchey looking, and some who looked like they slept on a friend’s couch because they spent all of their money, the little amount they likely had, on “medicinal” weed.
One guy came up who had a nerdier look to him, one who at second glance really wasn’t that great, but wasn’t that bad either. He was just…average. He was going to school for engineering, attending the same school as me, and liked card games, computers, and vintage plaid shirts. He wasn’t my type, per se, but he seemed nice enough, so I decided to just hit yes after mulling it over for a minute.
A s soon as I hit yes, he popped up as a match, little hearts floating around his picture. Should I message him? Maybe wait for him to message me instead? As I was trying to careen my way through the perils of social dating etiquette, the door opened to the classroom I was supposed to go in next and the other students barreled out like water buffalo being chased by a pride of hungry lionesses.
I locked my phone and shoved it into my purse, deciding I’d make the all-important decision after I g ot out of class. Who knows, maybe he would message me in that time and I wouldn’t have to sit here and feel like a fool.
•••
“I was quite enthralled by your profile, finding such an attractive female in my general area who appears to be a classy and most resplendent lady who is not into the norms of the young adult population in the greater Los Angeles area. Tell me, are you a Libra?”
That was the message I got from the nerdy-looking guy who I unfortunately got matched with on the app. He was the type of guy I normally avoided in everyday life, his verbosity and lack of common sense getting the better of him, just like all of the other men who acted like this. They were the type who thought that because of their intelligence they were going to be the next tech tycoon billionaires, but in reality, they were stuck playing second fiddle to men like Chase, and I hated to admit that.
I struggled with what to say back, but soon realized that he was the only guy I had been matched with since Chase and I ended things . I had hit yes to a bunch of guys on there, maybe thirty, but none of them hit yes back or had been on the app, and it was beginning to feel a little brutal. With that in mind, I decided it was better to be out with a guy who was a little iffy than be home alone staring at the wall. At least I’d get a free meal out of it, or so I hoped.
“Thank you for your compliments . I’m glad you think I’m different than other girls around here. We should get together sometime. Maybe tonight?”
I hit send and within four minutes, and I counted, he replied, happily saying yes and asking where I
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