My best friend joined a dating app and she was holding back. I told her it won't work unless she is completely open, with caution of course. She said I am only saying that but I'd never do that so to prove her wrong I downloaded the app, and uploaded pictures of myself, my hobbies, interests and education. After a few days of swiping a came across an interesting profile:
two trues and a lie
6 ft tall
Good at massages
Good at preparing pasta
Please let it be 3, I thought to myself as I texted: "Height?" He responded, no. phew. It is the massage, one. He continued. Oh, no. Nevertheless, I gave it a chance. He was funny, intelligent, and sweet and we had so much in common. So of course I wanted to meet him. The day after Christmas, at the Old Biscuit Mill. We sat for 6 hours eating and talking, never running out of things to talk about. When I got home I felt blank. Like I enjoyed the date and his company and all but...
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How I met you
Short StoryAn anthology of how people come into a person's life, some stay, some only stay only for a brief moment, and some barely make it past a week.
