Date after date, after date, after date. After breaking up with that ex of yours—and the other exes right after that ex—you've been trying to find someone completely perfect for you. Someone you genuinely like, someone who genuinely likes you back, someone who isn't some typical asshole to leave you on read when he's drunk or a shitty dickhead who cheats on you on the first week of dating.

You've tried lots of ways; you tried to take it slow, it didn't work, you tried to quickly go for it, it didn't work. You tried to be more romantic and affectionate, being that lover that gives you everything and anything, didn't work. You tried to set the mood and be sexy, be hard to get and flirty, still didn't work. No matter everything, those relationships failed. Maybe this will be the last time you'll go on Tinder.

"Hey!" You hear someone exclaiming out to you from outside of the restaurant, inaudible. It was...Eddie Brock. One of your exes. He was...a kind guy, sure, but he made you lose your job just because of his stupid interview. It was hard to find a job after that and it just cringes you when you see him.

He walked on inside and kept calling you on the way in, the staff trying to talk him through that only people who are reserved are supposed to be here. "I can't believe I found you, it's been a while..How are you?" And if this situation can't get any worse, your blind date arrived. Both of these guys eyes met while you just sat in your seat. Oh dear..