Double Trouble

Its Going Down, I'm Yelling Tinder

This was by far the most boring summer ever. All of my two friends were on summer vacation, Olivia in London and Liz in France. My brother, who started college over the summer was also gone, driving across the country with his friends and moms shifts at work started long before I even got out of bed in the morning.

Poor me. Poor little Kate, all by herself.

I tried to go over what I could spend today doing; I could draw something, paint something, maybe read or maybe go for a ... run? Shivers were sent down my spine. No thanks, I'd rather not.

Besides, I didn't feel like sitting down, working on boring hobbies, in an attempt to make the time go just a little bit faster. I hadn't been looking forward to summer, only to "get through it". I wanted to live! Where were the summer flings and pool parties and moments that I in the future could look back at as the "good old days"?

After going through my phone for the fifth time today, I gave up. Laying on the floor, feeling my soul rotten and beginning its slow death, I had no hope left. No hope. My eyes closed slowly, and I fell asleep.

Pling!

My eyes opened and my hand grabbed after my phone, begging that it wasn't just another notification from Pinterest, telling me what random people had pinned or tried out. "YES!" It was Liz, she had texted me. For a brief second, I thanked God for making Liz finally show some damn interest in me.

Liz: Hey girl, what's up?

I smiled at the message for reminding me that I actually did have friends, even though they sucked at acknowledging my existence sometimes, like so far this summer. Then I answered her, telling her what was going on and how my days were sad and gray, despite the sun shining bright outside.

Liz: Aww, sucks to hear:(

Liz: But, since you're so bored ... maybe now's the time to check out "how to get away with murder" on Netflix? I'm telling you, it's just perfect! Promise.

I rolled my eyes. Here I was, telling her about my tragic and sappy summer, and she'd manage to use it as an opportunity to nag about me watching that stupid show. I breathed out and decided to believe she meant it all in my best interest, not so that she'd have someone to discuss the show with.

Liz: You'll think of something. Your smart;) Anyways ... you know how I've always talked about how French guys are super-hot because of their accents?

Kate: Yes?

Liz: Well, there's this guy working at out hotel, and we are kind of dating, or something now...

OMG. Oh my gosh! The jealousy hit me like a truck.

Kate: Omg for real?!

Kate: I refuse to believe it

Kate: You're telling me, that you have a summer fling?

Kate: And with a French guy?!

Kate: Holy smokes!

Kate: Do you have a picture of him?

Kate: Omg, I'm so happy for you!

And I truly was, despite the tiny, itty bitty feeling of extreme jealousy. She sent me a picture of him, and damn, was he fine. Along with it came the story of how they met. Apparently, she had lost her key to her hotel room while her family was out being tourists and she was so scared that they were going to find out about how irresponsible she had been. He told the guy, who was working in the hotel bar, and then they looked for it together for about an hour before she found it in her own bag. Yep... But how romantic!

We talked for a while, over text, and after some time I couldn't help but bringing up my desperation for something to happen, more specific; something romantic to happen.

Liz: Why don't you just download tinder?

The message Liz had sent me actually made me laugh a bit. How desperate did she think I was? I mean, yes, I was desperate, but not that desperate.

Kate: Yes, exactly. Let me do it right away. I rolled my eyes, while waiting for a reply.

Liz: Why am I sensing sarcasm here? Don't be stupid Kate. It's worth a shot.

Kate: I literally can't think of anything less romantic than that.

Kate: Not anything. Besides, I'm not THAT desperate

Liz: Omg Kate. Can't you put your pride away for two seconds and stop acting like you're the queen or something. And you don't have to be desperate to download tinder. Do it for fun, see what happens. What if you actually meet someone though? Wouldn't it be a shame to let that opportunity be wasted?

I just stared at the message for a couple of seconds, not quite sure what to respond. Gawd, it irritated me sometimes how persuasive Liz could be. I should've put my phone away the second I saw the word "tinder". But no, off course I wasn't actually considering it. I couldn't be...

Liz: Kate? You there?

Liz: Okay, I'm gonna take that as a yes. You ARE getting a tinder-profile:)

No, no, no. Or? What was the worst thing that could happen? Someone from school would see me there, judge me for being that desperate, and what? I'd climb down the social latter from "unpopular" to "little less popular"?

Liz: Okay, I know I just took you silence as a yes, but now I just feel like you should answer me so that I know you're not dead or anything...

I grabbed my phone and looked at the keyboard. Fuck just do it. No, don't. Yes, do it. Damn it, why was this so hard?

Kate: Sure... Why not...

Liz: YEYEYEY Kate whoohoo! Can't wait to hear about how it goes. Don't forget to update me!

Yeah, this was going to be interesting...