Tinder time, match with Jamie

"OMG, it's happening, I'm finally downloading Tinder again," Jessica wrote in the group chat.

Everyone added hearts. She felt strange tingling throughout her body, as if this was something the universe wanted. Pics. She needed pics.

After going through her wardrobe, which was strangely unfamiliar and much fancier than before, she selected a few outfits and took selfies. Jessica realized that they would all be from indoors, in her place, but figured that guys wouldn't really mind as she was a woman. It was different for her. She wouldn't swipe right unless she got the right impression about his lifestyle. Which meant she needed to see him with friends, different friend groups and probably in various fun locations. It was just the way it was. She didn't care if guys saw it differently.

After getting the approval of the group chat ("OMG, you look so cute in that dress"), she posted her profile with minimal text. Just "Jessica, 22. Looking for Prince Charming to take me to Wonderland!"

The matches poured in. Her phone constantly buzzed with notifications, and after just minutes she had to turn them off. She hadn't even swiped right on anyone yet, but there were so many people with plus, or gold or whatever. There were few princes and a lot of frogs, however. She sat down on her couch and almost got cramps from all the guys she had to discard.

One guy finally got her attention. Jamie (24) looked good, and was pretty fit. His profile said he was 6'0 tall (check!) and he worked in construction. His pics were all of the standard type; shirtless, on a mountain, with a fish, but also a few from bars with friends. She swiped right, and he almost immediately slid into her DMs with a dick pic.

"Seriously!" she said to herself and dropped her phone, sighing.

But...

It was quite big, wasn't it?

She picked up her device and found the image. If it was his... he would definitely be one of the larger ones she'd had. She guessed about seven inches, and...

She sighed. Was this how she was going to be now, just because of the game?

Yes.

Yes, it was.

She had to scroll pretty far to find the droplet emoji, but then clicked it fast and sent it, her heart beating like a rabbit's.

He immediately responded. "DTF?"

She had to google it. Oh.

Then she googled "how to reply to a DTF question"

"Sure you can handle this?" she wrote back a minute later, sending her a pic of her generous cleavage.

It was meant to discourage the non-confident. A test.

"Digits?" he replied.

He passed.

A few texts later, and he was apparently on his way. "Give me 20 minutes," he said.

Oh God.

Jessica was almost panicking. She'd made a booty call, and she hadn't even shaved her... legs.

She did the fastest cleanup she'd ever done, and then hit the showers, getting herself ready. She heard the doorbell as she finished up, and sent him a text. "Just a sec".

Digging through the closet, she found a cute dress and threw it on. No time to apply make-up. She dimmed the lights instead.

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Jessica opened the door, nervously.

"Hello," she said.

"Hi," he replied.

He was kind of handsome. Not really her type, but he would do. She felt confident in her summer dress, having just lost 15 pounds, and having her generous cleavage on display.

"Come on in," she said and took a step back to give him room, "sorry, it's a bit messy!"

"I like messy," he replied and took a few steps closer.