your place or mine?

Grindr: someone just tapped you!

Franks eyes snapped open as he awoke to a familiar sound, a sound he hadn't heard in a very long time.
Why was he hearing that sound anyway? He rolled over onto his side with a yawn and a pathetic attempt at a stretch as he reached for his phone, picking it up with weak fingers and turning the screen to face him. He narrowed his eyes as they adjusted to the brightness of the screen and as his vision finally came to he saw three messages from Grindr.

He remembers having a few to drink last night with some friends but he doesn't have much of a hangover this morning which tells him he couldn't have possibly got so drunk that he thought he had to get back on the hook up app.. surely? He rubbed his eyes sitting up and there it was, he winced a little as he felt the contents of his stomach swoosh around and begin to make their way back upwards. He took a few breaths pinching his nose as he let the woozy feeling pass. His phone lit up with the familiar sound again and he looked down to where it was resting in his lap deciding he should see what shit he got himself caught up in the night before.

Once he had let his stomach and head settle he finally let his eyes rest upon the notifications.

Grindr
Someone just tapped you!
Grindr
New message received
Grindr
New message received
Grindr
New message received

He had no doubt in his mind at least one of the messages were a dick pic, it's one of the reasons he stopped using the app, that and the fact he got himself into a committed relationship. Well, committed up until two days ago when it came crashing to a halt, the sober Frank had told his conscience to give himself some recovery time before going on the rebound and reinstalling all the dating apps he could get his hands on. Drunk and heartbroken Frank had a totally different idea and now hungover and pissed off at himself Frank has to pay the price.

With a heavy irritated sigh and a hand through his hair he opened up the app to see who could possibly be interested in his blank profile, because after all that's what it was. He had removed his photos, bio and just put his name as 'F'. But it is Grindr and there's always some horny fucker that doesn't care for blank profiles and will still message in hopes that they get their dick sucked.

He went onto his chats, knowing that he'll regret even going back into the app this morning because it'll attract even more attention now he's online again. Plus he hates ignoring peoples messages, even if someone never meant to message him in the first place or it's someone in a group chat, Frank always has to reply so he doesn't feel bad about leaving someone on read. And because of this guilt he's going to have to reply to whoever has disturbed his drunk slumber with their horny messages. He will probably just reply with his usual 'I'm sure you're a great time but I'm not looking for that right now' message he sends everyone who gives him an unflattering dick pic before even saying hello.

He looked at all the chats still stored on his account, the newest at the top with the highlighted text enticing him to click. He scanned the photo, display name and preview of the messages briefly as he made his decision to open it or just delete the app.

Gee❤️‍🔥
Do I call you F?

The guys photo from what he could make out was of him from behind overlooking a view from a balcony with a cigarette in his hand, his hair bright red.
He knew that if he wanted a closer look he had to click on the message and then on his profile and if this guy had the Xtra account he'll know that Frank had viewed his profile. His thumb hovered over the chat box as he had a mental ear with himself.

"Fuck it" Frank sighed heavily as he clicked the box. Honestly how bad would it be, plus it would be nice to talk to someone. He was in now and he could see the previous messages and was relieved to see a lack of a dick pic, and with that he made a mental note to only chat to this guy and ignore anyone else's messages or just send them a polite 'no' to save his guilty conscience. He scanned over the messages a few times letting his still intoxicated brain to process the words.

Gee❤️‍🔥
Hey sugar 😉
Up for a chat?
Do I call you F?

What's the harm in checking out this guys profile now that he's read the messages? Frank thought to himself as he pressed the guys photo a slightly nervous feeling in his stomach or it could still possibly be the alcohol, he's not too sure.
He only had the one photo but he could see it a lot clearer, he was overlooking New York City, Frank wasn't much of a city bug so he didn't know what area he was looking at but the guys location said he was currently 3km away from Frank so maybe he's between states.

Other than the one photo and the name there wasn't much else to look at, his bio was short and to the point and he didn't have many tags either. So all Frank had to go on was that this guy has dyed hair, possibly lives in the city, he smokes, is 5'9, likes art and has some sort of kink. Frank couldn't complain that's much more than he's given the other guy at the end of this one sided conversation. Maybe he should give him some more information. And with that Frank typed out and sent his reply.

F
I suppose so, seeing as I can only call you Gee