I don't often resort to things like this— I mean, I'm single and I don't mind it. My apartment isn't big enough for a partner anyway. But Mandy kept telling me to join this new thing that everyone's talking about ( especially the poor guys that like xxx a little too much).
The name is really tacky. "Match made in History". It doesn't even really roll off your toungue, it's pretty bad marketing if you ask me, but I guess I'm just your local butcher and don't get a say about it....
I enter a username: JJ Adams. Real simple. Thankfully, it wasn't already taken. No need to be called JJ-adams-underscore-Ninety-nine. I type in my age. Twenty. I guess I'm pretty young, still. It feels like I've been alive for centuries though, but I guess time just works like that. ( My little pinky tells me I'm just an old person in the inside). Then, a little pop-up asks me for permission to briefly scan my search history. That's it. it's the end— I mean who would have the same search history as I have? I look up really gruesome stuff— I guess blood, corpses and how to get rid of a body isn't a commonly searched thing.
A little angel icon appears, indicating it's loading. That's a good news, right? It means they didn't reject my profile right away. I glare at my watch absently. It's been a tough minute already. I might just have to give up on this idea. It's stupid anyway! Who would think—
Wait.
A profile just appeared on the website. My eyes are attacked by tacky heart emojis that appear all over my screen, and under there is a name and age and location.
Rylie, 19 and a half. Instead of a picture of her is a sign that says " you'll see my face when we go out on a date, sucker!". I can't help but smile, I mean it's genius. I should've done that instead of putting an awkward selfie of my face— I didn't even shave and my hair was a bloody mess. Under her profile pic— or lack thereof— is a percentage. Apparently, our search history is 98% similar.
I clicked on the little contact icon:
" Hi. The names JJ. I saw we were compatible and we live close. Meet you tomorrow at the Beverly Café? 12 o'clock?"
She instantly responded.
" Great. Twelve at night or afternoon?"
" Which one would you prefer?"
" At night."
" Great. See you at midnight haha"
" See you, JJ."
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Murder she wrote
RomanceJJ goes on a dating service where matching is based on people's search history. He's a serial killer. He ends up matching with a writer. A cute romance with a goofy relationship, it quickly ends up in a gruesome chase for a serial killer, and every...
