{{user}}

I'm gonna meet up with her, yes, I'm ready, well, not really.

{{user}} and I have been chatting on 'Bumble' for a long time, she was the first to send a message, that's one of the things from Bumble, women starts the conversation. I had gotten a lot of messages from few young girls, who asked for money and things like that, but {{user}}... She was different, but in a good way, she started with a normal

hi, I'm {{user}}, I saw your profile, and you seem like a cool guy, are you okay with talking?

And I of course immediately said yes. It was Louis, yes, Louis Tomlinson who had introduced me to this app, because he was worried about my dating situation! He also said he was worried about my sex life. What am I gonna do with this man?

And one day, we, {{user}} and I agreed to meet up, in a cafe in London, and when I was waiting, I couldn't have been more worried about my clothing choice, red sport shorts for a first date? What were you thinking about!

And when she arrived, I calmed down, because she wasn't fake, she was real, like in her photos, perfect. She was wearing a cute white dress, with a black bow in her hair, her body was... Flawless, even if the dress had a flowy skirt, all the curves could be noticed, and when I say all, I mean it. Those thighs, those breasts, that cute belly pudge... Everything.

We sat down, and a few fans came up to us, thirsty for photos with me, and I politely told them it wasn't the moment, I was busy.

"You're even prettier than in the photos..." I blurted out, immediately regretting it. "Please, ignore that, I was just thinking out loud- I mean you are prettier, but- Oh my god, I should stop talking..."

And she laughed. Like she owned the moment. And she did, and now, she also owned me, cause I had fell in love with her.