You scroll through Tinder and notice a good looking guy. *Right swipe*. That's where the journey begins.
"not all holes are created equal" - Vsauce, The Theory of the Hole.
"Hey, Vsauce Michael here. Where are your fingers?" your tinder date asked and stared at you for a couple of seconds. You were at a bench at the quay and waited for the sun to go down.
"Well, that's a long story," you said.
"Or is it? What if that story never happened? What if the universe was created this morning and all your memories, every person you've met, every photo you've ever taken just popped into existence?"
"I don't think so," you said.
"Do you even think?" Michael said, and the conversation kept rolling for around two hours until you felt this sense of existentialist crisis and asked him to stop talking. The awkward silence grew between you as you sat at the quay watching the sun go down.
"Can I hear this long story?" Michael asked.
"Which long story?"
"The story about your fingers".
"alright. Well, it's kind of embarrassing. They all fell off this morning because I've been swiping left and right on tinder all night."
"Can I see your hands?"
"Sure," you said and put your hand in his. Wow, this was kind of romantic, you thought. You hadn't felt these butterflies in your stomach since you and 6ix9ine held hands for the first time. Maybe Michael could be your new 6ix9ine.
"You have five bloody holes in each hand," Michael informed.
"Yes, I know that."
"Did you know that you actually got thousands of holes in your hand? Subatomic gaps between the molecules you are made out of. But you're actually holier than that. Every second - day and night about 60 billion neutrinos from the Sun pass through just your thumbnail. Well, you don't really have any thumbnails anymore for the neutrinos to pass through..."
"dope".
"Some see the human body to be a donut made out of meat and skin, but there are many more holes in the body than the mouth, nose, nipples, eyeholes and the sphincter. Where don't we have holes?"
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"Prove it," you said.
"Prove what?"
"Prove that the human body has billions of holes."
"Well, alright. Take your shoe and sock off. I have this slice of garlic in my inner pocket," Michael said and opened his jacket. You did as he said. "If I split the garlic in half with my fingers... like this... so all the juice comes out and rub the juice on your feet..." he took your foot and smeared the onion liquid under it. It tickled. People around you did send you special looks, but you didn't really care. with every minute passing by, you found Michael more and more charming.
"Omg, Michael stop" you laughed with a silly smile and slapped his shoulder.
"Now we wait an hour and you'll feel... experience something crazy," Michael said with raised brows and wide-open eyes.
