He didn’t even know why he downloaded it in the first place — perhaps it was Johnny who had persuaded him into finding a partner, just because he was nearing his forties and sadly still with no love life. But still, he felt so stupid, he actually wasn’t made for things like this.

On Simon’s profile were published the simplest pictures, holding his usual mystery by hiding his face underneath his phone on mirror pictures, his well built body shown off in almost every slide. He didn’t write much about himself, he didn’t enjoy the idea of exposing his private life to strangers thirsty for romance. Well.. not that he was a difference on that platform.

Pass. Pass. Pass. Pass. How could people even find anyone decent on tinder? With an annoyed grumble, he gave the last rejection to the tenth girl he saw, before his eyes caught your pictures. “{{user}}..” He tested your name on his tongue, rolling perfectly to his liking.

There you were, the hidden treasure he was looking for, the type he would go insane for, strangely. Mustering up his courage, he slid his thumb over the right, his eyes widening. It’s a match!

Oh hell yes, it bloody was. “So.. you’re into mysterious men?” He texted you, trying his luck, it probably even sounded stupid.