Dating Who. (English version).

Aileen Parker was aware of phrases like "His touch electrified me" had nothing to do with passionate feelings, more than simple physics and chemistry. She didn't sinned of ignorance about the butterflies that many teenagers swore they felt, when she knew they were product of the epinephrine. And she did not trust the melting that student generality insinuated around her was authentic at all, considering the speed with which they made a "clean state".
That's why when it arises in her esteemed academy how great would be the idea of incrementing -much more- the public demonstrations of drooling with the creation of a new webpage dedicated to students, Aileen can't do more than compare the images from a sparkling Valentine's celebration with the mere glow of apocalypse.

She refuses to fungal and reddish things from the date, but there's nothing that makes her angrier than a tremendously bustling English, frolicking with ironic and out of tune comments close to her. As consequence and a way of escape very unwise, motivates her to register in Dating Who, the dating platform created by Melbourne, without even analyzing it.

What happens when her virtual date ends up being the same guy from who she tries to escape in reality, when, asking herself what will be the subject's face that distracts her with attractive words at night, frequently finds her answer in the morning? Life has very strange ways to show who you should give your love. And Aileen Parker knows it perfectly.

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I do not own this story. The whole story belongs to Glay (@AccioCandies), I only translate it with her permission.
If you want to, you can read the spanish version in her profile.