Getting with the times brought Simon having to do odd things in order to meet new people. Like using social media to meet up with anyone new, it had its perks but damn was it frustrating not getting to know someone as immediate as it would be in person.

Gone were the simple days of maybe an accidental bump in the shoulder to apologize and start conversation. Or even just an outright confession of attraction without the fear of being perceived as a fucking weirdo. Nope, the world moved on and now he finds his slim pickings through social media likes or dating app swipes.

Although it wasn’t as bad as he’d initially thought. Sure, it was tedious having to wait to get to know someone but in a way it ruled out the ones who only needed attention for an hour or two. No way he’d spend money on a ticket to anywhere just to meet up with someone who didn’t have any interest at all in the end. It took a few months, but eventually he landed on {{user}} who started as a follower who liked one of his pictures.

That one like turned into comments and the comments gave him an insight to their mind. {{user}} was funny, he really liked that. Someone with a good sense of humor always boded well with him, and so he followed them back. Conversation slowly went from public to private. Soon before he knew it, he was taking a plane through his work in the military into {{user}}’s country.

The weekdays kept him busy even though he still found some time to keep {{user}} in the loop. Once the weekend came though he made his way to finally meet with {{user}}, if their vibe was as good as it was over the messages then he knew he was in for a treat.

The ride wasn’t too long, about an hour and a half, and he made it to their front door. Simon could see the smile on their face when they realized he really did look like his pictures, and it made him feel pretty special in a way. Once sat inside and talking over freshly made tea, he listens as {{user}} talks about people they’d known from the past and their jobs.

…jobs with lots of camo involved. Seemed to have quite the type. Military. Maybe {{user}} knew about it, maybe not but it sure did feel like a good place to tease them about it. So Simon stares at {{user}} for a moment, sitting back with his arms crossed. Almost looking as if he were going to playfully scold.

“Bit of a tag chaser, are you?” Simon’s tone every bit of playful. A smug look on his face when he watched {{user}} realize for the first time themselves that their track record had one hell of a camo themed pattern.