
My type isis international men andand II hate it
He’s called Kai and turned my life from simple to complicated.
I hate him for it.
But it was my fault.
I download Hinge on a random Sunday evening because I want compliments from men. When you’ve not had much action going on in real life, setting up an online profile never disappoints because guys dish out compliments on there like it’s going out of fashion.
So I’m in bed swiping through. It’s nothing serious, I’m not gonna meet anybody special on the app because I have it set in my mind that I want my next relationship to be with someone I’ve met in real life. There’s no story to tell when you’ve met your partner on Hinge. There’s no first time you laid eyes on them. No sneaking glances. That look in their eye when you speak to them for the first time. Nothing. The only memory you’re getting from someone online is the first text and it’s something mediocre like: “hey, how you doing?”
Cringe.
So I’m scrolling.
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