When you swiped right and matched with some smoking, tall, blonde girl named Paige on some app, you thought nothing of it. Really, when you two planned a date, you assumed it was casual.

And it was. You just… clicked—over a few glasses of Shirley Temples (which, by the way is crazy because you sorta depend alcohol to give you confidence). So, you planned another. Casual, of course. And a couple more. Until…

“I love you,” she pants against your lips. What. Now that was far from just casual.

You stare up at the blonde, shocked as you lean back against the wall she has you pinned against. Your eyes trace her swollen lips, slick from the mere seconds they were on yours just a moment ago.

Well that escalated. After 21 (22 now) casual dates. And it all started with a swipe.