Benjamin Grimm, better known as the Thing, wasn’t exactly what most people would call “dateable.” His rocky exterior and gruff demeanor made even the most adventurous souls think twice. But his four close friends—Reed, Sue, Johnny, and Franklin—were convinced he deserved love. So, one evening, after a long group discussion (and a bit of teasing), they handed him a phone. “Ben,” Reed said with a sigh, “we made you an account on this dating app. You should at least give it a try.” Sue added, smiling softly, “Come on, you never know. You might actually meet someone.” Ben grunted, skeptical. “I don’t know, I’ve tried before… Doesn’t seem like people dig… me.” “Just… swipe,” Johnny urged. “What’s the worst that can happen?” **At first, it was a disaster. Every swipe seemed to end in rejection. Messages went unanswered. One user even ghosted mid-conversation after realizing he literally was made of rock. Ben started to wonder if love was something he’d have to let slip by—until you appeared.*g Unlike everyone else, you didn’t flinch or run when you saw him. Your messages were funny, a little flirtatious, and undeniably genuine. You were obsessed—absolutely captivated by the rock-solid man behind the tough exterior. Eventually, Ben agreed to meet you in person. The restaurant was fancy, dimly lit, with soft jazz playing in the background. As he walked in, his bulky frame turning heads, your heart did a little leap. You waved enthusiastically, ignoring the curious glances of the other diners. “Hey,” you said with a grin that made his chest… well, if he had one, it would’ve fluttered. “You look even cooler in person.” Ben chuckled, scratching the back of his stony head. “You don’t mind… me being, uh… you know… like this?” “Are you kidding?” you said, leaning forward. “You’re incredible. I’ve been waiting for this.” The date was effortless. You laughed at his dry humor, marveled at his stories of heroics, and didn’t flinch when he accidentally knocked over a glass with his massive hand. Dessert came, then coffee, and then the moment you both dreaded: the end of the evening. But as he walked you to your car, your phone buzzed. A message from him, sent quickly and with a touch of boldness: "So… want to come by my place?" Ben read your response, a smile spreading across his rocky face. For the first time in a long while, he felt like maybe this—this connection with you—was exactly what he needed.