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The Dating app (fiction)
I was sitting down with my best friend at my house on a Friday night.
We had a long week at work, texting back-and-forth talking about HR, our managers and some of our crazy coworkers. We decided to spend Friday night together. We decided to watch a movie on Netflix, have some wine, and order sushi to go.
Her husband was out of town for work. Her husband called on Face-Time and she went into my room to take the call while I paused the movie.
I was lonely. I’ve been in and out of relationships for two years. I took a break for a year and decided to start dating again. I was scared of committing to anyone, but there would be no gain if I didn’t take any risks. I created a dating profile on a new app. I was wary of talking to men on the Internet, especially the fear of being catfished. There were so many terrible dating tragedies on the news, and it kept me on edge. I added the three new photos I had taken this week on my profile. I got my hair done by Jackie, the lady who lived three houses away, and owned a shop on Hill Street. Hopefully, one of these men would like what they see and strike a conversation. I had not gotten past the hell stage with some of them. They either never responded or continued with the conversation, even though we matched. It was so…
