Matches

Chapter Four

 I spotted Lily from across the passageway after class the next day and ran up to her. She flipped her long, bleached blonde bangs to the side as she looked up at me from her phone.

"Hey, what's up?" She greeted, cheerily.

"Can you please teach me the magic of Tinder tonight?" I asked.

After having an overnight discussion in my head, I figured that I wanted to go back to dating life and that Tinder seemed like a good place to start. One would think it's stupid to ask for help over something as simple as creating a profile, but it's not when one finds out that one needs the right pics and biography to get a good swipe. I acknowledge the risk factor that comes with meeting someone online, but if we meet in a public location, then someone oughta help if hell breaks loose. In the end, as long as I go with my instincts and go with the flow, this should go well.

"What can I help you with?" She asked.

"Everything," I responded.

~❤~

We sat on my bed in my dorm room as we installed the application on my phone. My roommate, Kat, is currently in class right now and she won't be back for two hours.

Katherine, Kat, Zhang transferred from Hong Kong, but she has family around the area. She tends to go home around the holidays and takes occasional vacations from school. She's a graphic design major and she's really good at creating logos for the clubs that she's in. Kat's serious about her studies, as any student should. But she's the best person to be around at a party when she gets her work done.

Lily and I waited until Tinder's installed so that I could register on it.

"Okay, once you have it installed, you can go ahead and link your Facebook to it." She instructed.

I did as I was told.

"Okay, now you are able to choose any pictures you want. Let's see..." She said as scrolled through my phone to see what kind of picture I should post. "Oh, how about that one?"

It's a picture of me covered in paint with my tongue stuck out from my paint class in my freshman year. I cringed. Who let me post pictures on Facebook?

"Okay, not that one," Lily observed as she scrolled further. "What about this one?"

In this photo, I posed with a peace sign in my backyard in upper New York. My outfit consisted of a blue tank top and a matching blue headband with black leggings to contrast it. I was barefoot on the grass. This picture was so old; my hair was still near black and my teeth were big. I was about seventeen, a few months before I went to Manhattan for college. I could sense my happiness from it.

I looked at Lily and nodded at her in approval.

"Okay, that was easy." She commented. She swiped further until there were pictures of me with a few dogs from when I volunteered at an animal shelter last year, "you definitely want this. Guys are prone to swipe right at the sight of animals and/or children because it shows you have a caring, maternal instinct."

I didn't have time to argue before she chose that as one of my pictures. There are only two more photos to choose from. I bit my lips as Lily scrolled further through my Facebook photos. It's been a while since I looked at that website, so I never acknowledged all of my bad photos until now. I'm going to have to go with my least hated pictures.

"Oh, you should post this one," Lily emphasized as she chose a prom night picture.

I wore a floor-length, grey, strapless dress with a slit in the front of my legs. They went along with these gorgeous, sparkly, silver wedges and white earrings to go with the color scheme. My hair was in a bun to reveal that night's makeup.