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John throws himself on top of his worn down couch and groans. It’s finally weekend after a long work week and fuck if he’s not going to order himself a pizza with extra cheese. He’s deserved it.
While waiting for his order, he takes up his phone and absentmindedly starts up tinder. John rarely uses the dating app seriously anymore, but sometimes it’s a good way to get to meet someone new, or just get laid.
He thumbs through the profiles, only men, because that’s John’s cup of tea, not really finding anything to his fancy. Then, he pauses, eyes widening.
The man in the profile pic is the most gorgeous dude John’s ever seen. He has incredibly large and bright blue eyes framed by ridicoulusly long lashes. He's slightly tanned and his hair is attractively tousled, long and dirty blonde.
John scowls. It’s probably just a very good angle. He looks at the next picture, the dude smokes a cigarette with his shirt half open. In the next one he’s on a snowboard. John's soon gone through all pics and decides that this person’s probably a master of photoshop. He throws a glance at the profile text.
ROGER, 25
MUSIC, cars, rock and roll. Love a good song and a night out. But chatting here sucks, let’s meet up instead. Not looking for anything serious.
John snorts and swipes to the left. It’s not like this guy’s ever gonna swipe on John anyway, best to save himself the humiliation. Besides, Roger's still probably photoshopped, as well as an idiot.
He continues to go through men of all ages and colours, swiping right on a couple and getting a few matches. Someone starts chatting with him but John ignores it. Soon he comes by a profile that catches his interest again.
This man is also gorgeous, in an exotic, exciting way. He has black hair to his shoulders and deep, brown eyes. His face structure is manly but elegant and John eagerly looks through his pictures.
The man wears the most extravagant clothes, he has a large white coat and heels in one of his photos and his eyes seem to be always lined with coal. In another photo he’s singing into a mic, looking decisively filthy. But John’s favourite picture is the one when the man is smiling widely, showing of large front teeth, and is cuddling a large cat.
FREDDIE, 28
Hello darling... Taking a peek at my profile, are you? Well, you certainly do have great taste! I love music, singing, stories and fashion. 👠 And cats. 😻 And wine and drinks. And sexy men. Life’s too short for monogamy! 💕🌈
John finds himself chuckling and is just about to swipe right on this one, when the doorbell rings. He hurries to collect his pizza and pay the delivery man, before slumping down in his seat again. But when he picks up his phone, Freddie’s profile is gone, exchanged for some other boring meathead with his abs out in the open.
Fuck.
Trying to not feel too disheartened, it’s not often he finds someone as fascinating as that, he continues to lazily search, shoving pizza into his mouth with his other hand. Just when he’s getting tired of all boring guys, about to quit and watch some netflix instead, a third interesting profile catches his eye.
This man is tall, really tall, with long legs and arms. He has a slightly nervous but charming smile and beautifully high cheekbones. And his hair. His hair is amazing. It’s enermous and curly and so damn cute. This guy ony has two pictures, one kind of formal looking and one of him with a guitar. John’s already quite into this cutie and looks up his text.
BRIAN, 27
Hello. I’m Brian. I’m not really sure what to write here. My interests are music, playing the guitar, reading, writing, the stars. I live in London with my boyfriends but we have a kind of open relationship and are looking for someone to join us for a date. Also, I was forced to get this account. Bri.
John is completely befuddled. He has no idea what to do with this information. This curly space man has boyfriends? Like in plural? And want to date others? Huh.
Since Brian is incredibly cute, adorably awkward and sexy, John shrugs and gives it a go anyway. He swipes right.
After that, he stops his tinder session and lounges back in his pillows, watching a crappy movie. It’s late, about midnight, when his phone pings. John yawns and grabs it from the table. What he sees makes him grin widely.
tinder: You have a new match!
tinder: Brian has sent you a message.