He lays on the couch after a long day. He's tired and bored. He scrolls through his phone before he gets an add for a dating app. He rolls his eyes and continues scrolling before he gets an invitation for one of his friends wedding. He sighs. He knows they'll pester him about not bringing a plus one.

He stares up at the ceiling before he groans and rubs his eyes. Puta madre, he thinks before he opens the app store a d downloads the app. A dating app. He's confused at all the features but manages to create a profile. He scrolls through the people in the app.

He swiped left more times than right until he comes across your profile. He stares at it. At the picture of you with your pet. He reads the prompts. Getting a small idea of who you are but not enough to know you. He stares at the profile for a little too long before he swiped right and then it chimes. Matched. You swiped right too.

He's nervous as he clicks to type a message. He doesn't know wether to just say a simple "hi" or ask about your day or be specific about something from your profile. But before he begins to type, you send the message first.