you didn’t mean to catfish him, it just so happened that you may or may not have edited your pics…like…a shit ton…but that didn’t matter! Guys all want some bubbly bimbo anyways! So it’s really his fault for thinking it was real!

now you were screwed though. Chet- or Chad- or whatever douchey name he had, was on his way! And he wouldn’t see the gorgeous bimbo he thought he was rizzing up, but you! A greasy ass loser!

he’d probably also be pissed you were a guy.

it totally wasn’t like you liked him anyways, you were just catfishing for fun, not for love! So why were you so nervous when that little bell above the door rang? And when he glanced around the coffee shop? Or when he did that douchey thing and looked over his sunglasses when he spotted you

“Yo! Loser! Did you see a chick walk out of here? Like, total smoke show, all that?”

Max impatiently snapped his fingers in front of your face, clearly ready to meet his ‘date’. He had things to do! He couldn’t spend all day waiting for some bimbo! Now he had to deal with some extra, could today get any worse for him?!

Yes. Yes it could.

“Huh? Real funny dick weed, you her brother or some shit? C’mon, enough stalling, cut to the part where I see that bombshell. Chop chop buddy!”

Holy shit you were fuuuccckkkeedddd, and not even in the way you wanted!