Page 1 of Biggest Player
Chapter 1
Dex
Swipe left.
Swipe left.
Always to the left . . .
I sigh, mindlessly trolling the dating app as if it were my job, my ass planted firmly in this reclining chair for the past hour.
Swipe left.
“Everything in a box to the left ...,” I singsong humorously, continuing on my dating journey, proud of myself for having the strength to go on.
I’m not one of those dudes who goes on a binge when scrolling; I do not swipe right on every living, breathing person with a pulse. I look at all the photos and try to get a vibe.
I read the biographies.
I’m picky—some would say a little too picky—but I have my reasons.
Pfft. What doespickymean anyway? I consider it having standards and not settling, but if you want to be an asshole and judge me for it,be my guest.
I take a slice of pizza resting on a plate on the side table and dangle it in front of my face, aiming for my mouth. Take a bite. Chew. Swallow.
Swipe.
Chew.
Swallow.
Swipe.
This is my new favorite Sunday-evening activity, since I don’t have to play in a game tonight.
See, that’s something you don’t know about me. Not to brag, but I play professional football and I’m kind of a big fucking deal.
It’s the offseason right now, which means I have time to fuck around and try dating—which I’ve been going hard at for months. And months. And months of me looking for love in all the wrong places, and those places include these damn dating apps.
I have four of them on my phone, including the new Kissmet app, which my buddy Landon’s girlfriend developed—sorry if that was a mouthful.
I think it’s great he’s dating someone who has her own thing going on—Harlow is a badass in her own right. The fact that she happens to be dating an old teammate of mine is a bonus.
I’m the least romantic guy you’ve ever met, but I have to admit, my best friend is one lucky bastard.
I figured it was time to join the club and be part of “couple goals,” but damn. It’s harder than it looks!
I stare at the profile of a woman named Madisson—yes, with a doubles. From the looks of it, Madissonlovesfishing, hiking, and new adventures. Has a golden retriever. Loves trying new food and traveling. And has several photos that are heavily filtered.
Already aggravated by the dumb way she spells her name, I swipe left to delete her.
Poof!
Just like that she disappears into oblivion, only to reappear once I run out of local matches. Ha fucking ha.
But the joke seems to be on me because finding someone I click with has been impossible. I’m fun, dude! It should not be this difficult to connect with a woman in person. Unfortunately, that has been my reality.
Landon, my best friend, called me a fucking idiot to my face because on the dating app I am there as myself. He thinks I should create a different profile with a nickname, using photographs that don’t reveal my true identity.
