Dating App Mishap - Episode 1
by Rebecca Brooks
Hey, whaddya up to?
Ugh, nothing. Drinking alone and swiping through Tinder.
And that’s why we’re friends 🙂
Because I’m the one person more pathetic than you are?
Because you’re the one person who won’t judge me for spending my Friday night drinking alone on Tinder. 🍺
You know I’ve got your back, lol.
Ever since you shared your crayons with me in kindergarten.
Friends forever – I’ll drink to that!
Hey, why aren’t we drinking together?
I have no idea.
I’m already in bed, though.
Want to get together tomorrow, then?
How about 7 at the Roadhouse? Unless one of us finds a date before then.
Given tonight’s prospects, I’m pretty sure I’ll be free.
We need to find you someone, Adam.
You’ve been single for too long!
Now ME on the other hand…
I can’t believe how long you were with Craig.
Ugh, me neither.
And then he dumped me like it was nothing 🙁
Here’s to better relationships — for both of us.
AMEN.
One minute later.
Hey, guess what?
What?
I just swiped right on a guy who’s not hideous, has a job, and uses complete sentences.
Wow.
I know. I can’t believe my standards are so low.
Welcome to singledom!
Oh shit, I just matched with him!
Uh, good luck?
I’ll keep you posted…
Lucy pours herself a whiskey.
On Tinder, she sees a text from the guy she just swiped right on.
His name is Raul.
Hey there.
Hi! What’s up?
You’re up late tonight 🙂
I’m a total night owl, haha. What about you?
Total morning person.
Oh noooo!
We’re already incompatible!
Damn! And I was about to ask if you wanted to get a drink this weekend.
Haha, I’ll think about it.
At least you didn’t suggest a 5 am run.
LOL. You know I’m a personal trainer, right?
Yeah, it was pretty hard to miss that on your profile.
And I know it’s true, what with the biceps and all 😉
I resisted posting any gym selfies, though.
It’s good to show a little restraint.
Not too much, though…
I don’t believe in holding back.
Damn, this guy isn’t shy!
Lucy takes a sip of whiskey.
I’d have trouble picking a favorite pic of yours 😉
Lol, I’m blushing.
I’m sure that looks good, too.
What’s keeping you up this late, early bird?
It’s Friday night, and my Saturday morning client cancelled…
I just thought I’d see what someone beautiful like you is up to.
Just then Lucy’s phone vibrates.
She switches to a message from Adam.
How’s the prospect?
Um.
?
Hot.
And?
And hot.
Any other redeeming qualities?
Hot, Adam! Isn’t that enough?
I thought you said he “wasn’t hideous.”
I was trying to temper my excitement.
And now?
And now I’ve had more to drink.
LOL.
Fingers crossed!
Lucy switches back to Tinder.
You still there?
Ha, yeah. Just hanging out watching Hulu even though I should be getting ready for bed.
You know that means I have to ask you…
What do you like to sleep in?
Is that your way of finding out what I’m wearing?
Maybe 😉
I’m lying in bed in a thin, lacy tank top…
And…?
And a little something on the bottom to match.
Damn.
That’s a nice image.
Lucy sees another text message from Adam.
Are you sure this is a good idea?
No idea! 😍
But isn’t that the point?
I spent EIGHT YEARS with Craig.
High school, all of college…
You were always ditching me to hang out with him, just when the parties were heating up!
That’s why I need to have a little fun.
And by have fun, I mean do something stupid.
Isn’t “fun and stupid” why skydiving was invented?
No way! I’d rather get laid.
You really did miss out on dating in college, haha.
We didn’t all get around like some people.
Ah, the good old days.
Too bad they didn’t last, lol.
Let’s hope mine are just getting started! Since this new guy just asked what I’m wearing…
I take it we’re not meeting at the Roadhouse tomorrow 😉
Depends on what HE’S wearing!
She toggles back to Tinder.
And you?
And me, what?
Don’t tell me you’re not going to return the favor and tell me what you’re wearing!
I usually sleep in boxers…
And?
And…
That’s it…
Unless you want me to put on more clothes for you?
Or do you want me to take more off?
At that point Lucy HAS to text Adam.
Incoming dick pic!
Shield your eyes!
Maybe he’ll keep his boxers on, though…
Pretty sure this conversation is the definition of TMI.
Come on! It’s late, I’m single for the first time in forever…
Can’t a girl unwind a little?
How come I never match with someone like you???
Because I’m one of a kind!
You’re certainly unique, Luce.
And don’t be bummed out, okay?
Craig was an idiot for breaking up with you.
Lucy opens Raul’s picture.
WOW.
I kept it PG.
Okay, maybe PG-13…
I have a good imagination.
Glad to hear it.
And you have…
???
VERY nice abs.
Why thank you 🙂
Now I suppose you’ll want me to return the favor.
I do believe in equality.
Lucy takes a deep breath.
And another sip of whiskey.
Maybe it’s more like a gulp.
She snaps a picture of herself in her very low-cut lacy tank.
With a hint of underwear peeking out from under the covers.
She has a debate with herself for a minute, then says fuck it and presses send.
Now it’s my turn to say WOW.
Thank you 🙂
Any more where that came from?
Maybe 😉
I sure as hell hope so.
Lucy returns to her regular messages.
Did your eyeballs burn off?
Something is definitely on fire!
Just remember that it occasionally matters what’s between their ears.
Not just between their legs.
Thanks, Mom.
I just don’t want to see you get hurt.
You mean get hurt again 🙁
Take it from the master — I could write a book on shitty Tinder dates.
You just need to find the right girl.
I’m trying, haha!
But you need the right guy.
Someone who appreciates you.
And since that’s never going to happen, you’ll always have a drinking buddy at the Roadhouse!
Hey, I’m not complaining 🙂
Lucy wants to respond. But first she goes back to Tinder.
She sees that Raul has sent her another photo.
This one shows a LOT more than the one before…
Lucy licks her lips. Damn.
You’re making it hard for a night owl to get to sleep.
It’s your fault for making something hard in the first place…
Lucy pauses for a second.
But Raul is the first halfway-decent guy she’s talked to in AGES.
Why can’t she enjoy herself?
She takes one more sip of whiskey.
Then she sneaks her tank top up juuuust enough and takes a close-up.
She types a message to Raul.
Here you go.
I hope you enjoy 😉
Then she types a message to Adam.
You’re just jealous of all the dates I get.
Her phone vibrates with new messages.
She goes back to her chat with Adam.
WHOA.
What did you just send me???
Lucy frowns, confused.
What is he talking about?
Now she has a new message from Raul, too.
Uhhhhhh, how many other dates are we talking about?
Lucy stares at her phone.
That’s when she realizes her mistake.
She sent the racy picture to Adam.
And the joke about having a lot of dates to Raul.
First she texts Adam.
Shit.
Then she texts Raul.
Shit.
She downs the rest of her whiskey.
SHIT.
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