Child free by choice.
Was that overly simplistic? Perhaps. But it was as deep as I was willing to go into it for strangers to read on the internet.
Toilet paper under or over?
Bidet!
The Lady or the Tiger?
Oh, that was published before I was born. Talk about a classic!
Neither, because I would never do something to be put in that situation. #CheatingIsCringe
Did I use that hashtag right? I had learned about “cringe” a couple of months earlier, and while far too many people seemed to use it as a way to shame anyone who was enthusiastic or having fun, I liked when it was describing something actually a bit embarrassing and mentally painful.
You’re being arrested! What’s the charge?
Being an accomplice to a CAT burglar,I answered, feeling kind of proud of that one.
Realistically, it would be for drinking blood from someone, but we’d come a long way from hunting people in the night andglamouring them not to remember being fed on. Another perk of the internet and scrying network was that it made finding people who were not only willing butvery enthusiasticabout donating blood to vamps a whole lot easier.
Are you a morning person or an evening person?
Hahahahaha! Oh, if only they knew. Well, time to lay the groundwork for my nocturnal nature.
I work nights, so neither, really. I wake up when the sun sets and go to bed when it rises.
There, as honest as I could be without endangering myself or my people.
What would you do for a Klondike bar?
Oh dear. Now, as a vampire, my onlyrealdiet was blood. But I was physically capable of eating, drinking, and passing human nourishment. Most vampires preferred not to, because the taste wasn’t what they were craving, but I didn’t mind. Sure, all the flavors were different from when I was a human with human senses, but I still enjoyed it from time to time.
I’ve got a lot of allergies, so I’d just buy one for you to enjoy!
Doyou 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?
Well, that was kind of a lot. I thought about typing out my own personal philosophy, but then I reminded myself that this was a dating app, so I skipped it instead. Going into a diatribe about predeterminism and life ending while being immortalprobably wouldn’t be conducive to coming across like a normal man. A normalhumanman.
Pineapple on pizza?
More food questions.
Lactose intolerant but why yuck someone else’s yum? If you enjoy it, I’m happy!
I was starting to lose steam, so I nearly closed my phone, but then I saw the next question.
Do you believe in the supernatural?
How was that for burying the lede? Chuckling to myself, I tried to think of something clever. But even though it was early in the evening, I found my brain sputtering out. So I went simple:
It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been accused of being magical.
Let whoever eventually read that take it how they wanted. As for me, I was satisfied.
For the second time I went to close the app, but before I could, images of fireworks and sparkles burst across my screen.
ByChance, how about a PERFECT match to start you off?
