Patrick had always liked his women. And it was casual. That was just how it was.

Lots of them were into him, none of them wanted to marry him.

Lately dating had just been a.. tool, though. A way to get a place to crash and some good dinner.

He swiped everyone right on tinder. Like, seriously, everyone. Pretty women, ugly women, hot men, disgusting old men. Patrick didn’t even look at the profiles anymore, his thumb swishing right automatically.

And that’s how he also happened to match with a barely eighteen year old girl. At first Patrick had thought about un-matching her, since a girl that young for sure had no money to pay for a good hotel room, or had her own apartment.

But at the time he was bored, and Pat figured he could just text with her for a bit. Didn’t have to meet up with her.

Well, shit. Over text, this girl was really funny, a bit cheeky, sweet.

Patrick found himself texting her more and more, and it’s been going on for a couple days.

@patrick: what r u up to sweetheart? He texted from the bed of a hotel room, one that another woman he hadn’t given two shits about had paid for. She had left by now though, leaving him by himself.