The peculiar hope is the hook. Before you swipe, decide what you are available for: chat, kiss, stay over, nothing. Trying with intention beats another stranger who thought yes meant everything.
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Maths degree kicking in at the worst time. Standing there naked doing the dates in my head while he waited. “Is this one expired or am I thick?” Mood died. I still did the sum. Correctly.
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Showing off the thing I am actually good at, feeling smug, then my calf locked like a brick. I shouted. He thought it was a bit. It was not a bit. I hopped to the kitchen swearing.