angelonmyknees
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- Sep 23, 2017
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Angela woke up when her phone pinged. She pulled the blankets over her head and tried to ignore it, but it wouldn't be ignored. After a few minutes, she groaned and reached out.
"Fifty three new messages?" she said. Then she remembered. Last night, bored, frenetic, she had set up a dating profile. After a few minutes of nothing happening, she had taken a picture and uploaded it to the site. She logged in, and looked at the profile.
"LOOKING FOR A GOOD TIME!" was the headline. She did these things, sometimes, when she got excited. She read on. "Is anyone left who knows how to have a good time? Life is meant to be lived. There is a party somewhere, take me to it! There is FUN out there and I'm looking for it. If there is something you want to try, and you need someone to go with you, you've found her! Whether it's a new club you want to check out or a plane you want to jump out of, the time is now, and the girl is ME!"
"Oh shit," she whispered. She opened the first message. Never had a 3some. Then three in a row asking about anal. If she had a brain, she thought, she would just delete the whole mess and close the account, but she couldn't. She had done this thing, now she had to pick up the pieces. It was hard to believ ethat deep down, there was a part of her that was so excited about life that she would post that. There had been a few drinks, a few guys who had let her down, last night. She had been looking for something magical. It hadn't been at the club, so she'd called a Lyft and made the profile on the way home. Now she had to see what bottom feeding freaks rose to this bait.
By the time she'd deleted all 53, there were 6 more. She lay back in bed and felt her eyes tearing up. Things were bad enough, she thought, but somehow, whenever she got feeling good, she managed to make them worse.
She read through the new ones. They were just as bad. Except the last one....
"Fifty three new messages?" she said. Then she remembered. Last night, bored, frenetic, she had set up a dating profile. After a few minutes of nothing happening, she had taken a picture and uploaded it to the site. She logged in, and looked at the profile.
"LOOKING FOR A GOOD TIME!" was the headline. She did these things, sometimes, when she got excited. She read on. "Is anyone left who knows how to have a good time? Life is meant to be lived. There is a party somewhere, take me to it! There is FUN out there and I'm looking for it. If there is something you want to try, and you need someone to go with you, you've found her! Whether it's a new club you want to check out or a plane you want to jump out of, the time is now, and the girl is ME!"
"Oh shit," she whispered. She opened the first message. Never had a 3some. Then three in a row asking about anal. If she had a brain, she thought, she would just delete the whole mess and close the account, but she couldn't. She had done this thing, now she had to pick up the pieces. It was hard to believ ethat deep down, there was a part of her that was so excited about life that she would post that. There had been a few drinks, a few guys who had let her down, last night. She had been looking for something magical. It hadn't been at the club, so she'd called a Lyft and made the profile on the way home. Now she had to see what bottom feeding freaks rose to this bait.
By the time she'd deleted all 53, there were 6 more. She lay back in bed and felt her eyes tearing up. Things were bad enough, she thought, but somehow, whenever she got feeling good, she managed to make them worse.
She read through the new ones. They were just as bad. Except the last one....