So far, I’ve saved three out of ten when I come across a profile that makes my skin prickle. It’s… perfect. Almost too perfect. It seems impossible for anyone to tick this many boxes and be real.
He’s fit, according to his activity level, height, and size. They don’t ask for weight but use words like curvy, medium build, or svelte. He’s a regular at the gym and says he’s of medium build. He drinks socially but no drugs or smoking. He’s a career-minded professional and is ready for a relationship.
I’m squealing in delight as I read on.
His signature physical trait is sideburns, which I’ve recently become a fan of. On a side note, we put freckles on mine, but didn’t indicate red hair. Less chance of creeps like Braden, who might only want the answer to the same question he had.
It’s like this guy was made for me, and I’m filled with hope, wondering if I’m finally on the right track. With nervous excitement, I take a deep breath while hovering over the button to like the profile, willing myself to press it.
After I do, only a second passes before a message pops up on the screen saying we’ve matched. Oh my God. The first one, and it’stheone. Mr. Perfect.
I’m not sure what happens next. Does he reach out, or should I? I don’t want to be the one to make the first move. I guess I could start by clicking on the notification.
It opens a chat window that says, “Congratulations! You’ve madea match. Take this opportunity to say hi.”While I stare at it, contemplating what to do, a message appears.
Owen: Hey, Poppy. It seems we’ve matched.
Oh my God. Oh my God. I’m hyperventilating, bouncing on the couch. Shit. I need another beer for this. Plus, I can’t look too eager, so I set the phone down and go to the kitchen to grab one before replying.
Poppy: Hi, Owen. This is my first match so I’m not sure how it works.
Dots appear, showing he’s typing.
Owen: I suppose we should get to know each other. How about we play one of my favorite games? Truth or dare?
I giggle. Oh, good lord, he’s already got me laughing.
Poppy: We’re not with each other, so how would we do the dare part?
Owen: It takes a certain level of trust.
Poppy: I don’t know you enough to trust you.
Owen: Let’s change that. You up for it?
Poppy: Who goes first?
Owen: You go ahead.
Poppy: All right, Truth or dare?
Owen: Oooh, tough choice. I don’t know you well enough to decide.
Okay, I’m laughing again.
Owen: Let’s start with a truth.
Poppy: Why did you sign up for a dating app?
Owen: Great question. To meet you, of course.
Oh God. I’m grinning from ear to ear.
Owen: Okay, my turn. Truth or dare?
Poppy: Dare
Owen: Risky. Text your last hookup that your feet smell, with no other explanation.
