The Profile

Chapter 1

I'm insane. Undeniably insane. I am so impatient to find love that I got a Tinder just to swipe right on this one guy to see if he would swipe right on me. Who does that? I have my dignity, but when Lindy sent me a picture of Leo's profile on Friday, I nearly lost it. I just wanted to see if he would possibly swipe right on me, see if I would have a chance. This guy is like the man of my dreams and to think that he has a freaking Tinder, I mean, that's got to be some kind of sign, right?

I stand in the middle of my room, surrounded by clothes that I have yet to put away, and stare at my phone. You can do this, just make an account. I tap on the Safari app on my cracked IPhone 7  and type "Tinder.com" into the search bar; too ashamed of myself to download the app. I never felt the need to use online dating to find someone, especially for being nineteen, I shouldn't need an app to find love. However, this is for a much different reason.

Leo Ferris is a guy who could make girls fall in love with him just with his smile. Not only does he look like a god, he is kind and humble and wants to do so many things in his life it's almost inspiring. I've never actually talked to him to learn these things, most of that information is giving to me by Lindy because they went to high school together. Seems easy to meet him though, right? No. I am too scared to just go up and talk to him that I've hid in the shadows ever since. 

Yet, for a while now I've been thinking about if he would ever think of me the way I've thought of him, so this gives me a chance to see. 

Pink and orange fills the screen on my phone and I've reached the login. I click "Create Account" and notice that I can login with my Facebook. 

How helpful, Let Facebook post to the entire world that I am now a member of a dating site that pretty much screams one night stands.

Once I've successfully logged in, the screen changes and a orange flame appears and I'm in. I plop onto my bed and look at my profile. Facebook chose a few of my profile photos and placed them in for my photos. I change a few and put in some of my favorite pictures. One of me on my trip to Italy last summer, a prom picture from senior year, and one from when I dressed up with some friends to go see The Adams Family at our high school. I smile slightly at the pictures of me having fun with my friends and just looking happy. 

Would Leo think I looked pretty in these?

My eyes scan to the bottom box below the photos: Bio.

Hmm. I think about writing my hobbies on there. Things I like, photography, movies, travelling, friends, family, music, and the best T.V. show on the planet: The Office. I begin to type.

Hey! I love photography, the movies, travelling, and music! I also love friends and family! And the Office is pretty great too!!

Oh my god, I sound like a overly excited chipmunk. Delete.

Hey! I like a lot of things and you can be one of them!

And now I sound like those spam e-mails you find in your mailbox. Delete.

Leo Ferris if you are reading this please swipe right you are my soulmate.

Delete delete delete.

I sigh and lay down on my back, grasping  my phone tighter so it doesn't slip and fall on my face. After a few minutes of deep thinking I finally decide on something.

Hey! My two passions are photography and travelling.

Short and sweet, I click save and go to main menu where a guy appears. He's cute, sitting in a kayak smiling, black shades covering his eyes. His other pictures do him justice, cuddling with his dog, playing basketball with friends, standing on the sand at the beach shirtless, much justice to that. His name is Matt and his bio reads:

I love the outdoors and being around friends, let's go to the beach sometime. :) 

 I mean, who says I can't swipe right on other guys in the process of finding Leo's profile?

I swipe through a little more, going through guy after guy, until I stop in my tracks and my finger stops swiping. There on my screen is Leo Ferris, staring back at me. My jaw drops, like I haven't known already that he had a Tinder. I scroll through his photos, his green eyes shine in every photo and his dark tan makes his teeth glisten. If I would have never seen him before, I would have thought he was a model who lived in Europe.

His bio is short and simple:

The beach is my home and I have no intent on leaving.

I giggle at how cute it is and I immediately swipe right, hoping he goes on it enough to hopefully see my profile pop up in his feed. I sit up and close Safari, tossing my phone on my comforter and hop off my twin size bed onto the still scattered clothes on the floor. My room was much brighter when I first walked in and I realized how much time has past. Michigan in December, the sun never stays out too long and days seem to go by much quicker. I hear my stomach growl and run out of my room and down the stairs to eat some dinner.