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I don't see how talking about my feelings will fix me, especially when my feelings are all shit that lead me to make stupid decisions.
I already know this about myself, so what's the damn point?
"I wish we could work the same shifts!" Via says, interrupting my thoughts.
I smile. "Bitch, that would be so dangerous! Could you imagine us working together at the same time? I mean, really, think of the chaos we'd cause."
Via laughs as she thinks it over. "Never mind," she says with a chuckle, and I return her laugh.
Nine hours pass, and we are almost fully unpacked. Our cozy little house is already beginning to feel like home.
Stepping out of the shower, I wrap the towel around me and glance over at my phone lying on the counter. My curiosity gets the best of me.
I updated my location on the fuck-me app yesterday and haven't had the time to check if I have any hits.
It's been about three days since I've been dicked down; I think I'm due. Especially since the last one was nothing special to report. Itty bitty weiner. When he pulled it out, he flashed me an apologetic smile. I felt so sorry for the guy that I faked an orgasm. I was feeling generous.
After getting dressed, I unlock my phone and sign in to the app.
Twenty-three new interests.
Damn, Sugarland. Way to welcome a bitch back!
I click the tab, leading me to their photos, and quickly relent in my minor excitement.
Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. NO!
None of them are my type.
I love that for me.
I keep swiping, with a few more to go.
"Oh, hello," I say, surprised, looking down at the picture of the handsome guy as I walk out of the bathroom and into the living room.
"Hello to you, too?" Via asks, confused.
"Not you. Fuck-me app guy. The only attractive man in this area so far. He looks so familiar. Did we go to school with him?" I hold the phone up, displaying the picture of the should-be Abercrombie and Fitch model. He has sun-kissed skin, shaggy, dirty blonde hair that frames his face, and pretty baby blue eyes.
He looks yummy but also oddly familiar. I can't place him.
"Hm,"Via thinks it over for a second. "We definitely didn't go to high school with him, but I agree. He does look oddly familiar."
"Fuck it, let's find out." I click the message button and type, reading aloud as I do:
"How do I know you?”
Via snorts out a laugh beside me. "Wow, Iz, really discreet."
"What? Why beat around the bush and waste time?” I shrug. “Life is short. If you want answers, do what you need to do to get them."
Before she can respond, the app pings with an incoming message alert.
"Holy shit, is that him responding already?" Via asks.
"Yeah," I mumble, waiting for the message to load.
"What does it say!?" she blurts, biting her nails nervously as if invested in the answer.
