Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.
With that done, I moved on to the questions that were supposed to help determine the compatibility with other people on the app.
Are you a dreamer?
Hmm, was I? I honestly didn’t know. It felt like I’d been fighting so long to claw my own little path out in the world that I’d forgotten what it was like not to keep my head down and blindly fight toward a goal.
Yes.I decided finally. After all, hadn’t I spent hours upon hours daydreaming about having an inner wolf? Hadn’t I whittled away whole chunks of my pubescence, wishing I could shift? As much as I had mostly come to peace with that, sometimes I still found myself longing.
What is your love language?
I frowned at that. Was that a human thing? I’d never heard of it, so I skipped it.
Do you want children?
Oh.
It was a simple question, but my reaction to it wasn’t. It rose up, whip-quick, a mix of dread, rejection, desire, and even hope.
I suppose, in most of my daydreams, there were little ones around the hearth. Only a couple, but they were there. But since I’d never had a real partner, that had been pushed so far onto the backburner that I wasn’t even sure that was something I wanted anymore.
Hmm…
I am open, but uncertain,I typed finally. Because as I’d crossed over the great barrier of thirty, I’d found myself becoming less and less interested in a literalbabyin my life—I sure did love my sleep more and more. But at the same time, when I closed my eyes and imagined my happily ever after, those little ones were still there.
What did that mean? That I wanted to adopt? That I could tough it out through the early years? I had no idea, so yeah, it remainedI don’t know.
The queries continued. Did all human dating rituals start with a questionnaire? Some of the questions made me wish our shifter apps had something similar, while others seemed entirely asinine.
Toilet paper under or over?
Who cares?I typed.
The Lady or the Tiger?
I squinted at that one.Didn’t I read that in eighth grade?
You’re being arrested! What’s the charge?
Enjoying a succulent Chinese meal!
Are you a morning person or an evening person?
I paused, giving it actual thought.I’m fine with either as long as I get a solid eight hours of sleep.Unlike my fellow full shifters, I couldn’t run on less snoozing hours like they did.
What would you do for a Klondike bar?
Kill a man.
Do you believe there is a reason that we are here, a predetermined fate laid out for everyone on Earth, or that there is no set path and ultimately life ends in nothingness?
I stared at that one. Wasn’t that kind of deep for a dating app?
“I think I’ll skip that one,” I murmured to myself, wondering what the next one could be.
Pineapple on pizza?
Huh. Talk about whiplash. Nevertheless, I answered honestly.
