MakeMeCum: I’m so scared
StickWhisperer95: Fuck off
MakeMeCum: Dude lighten up. It’s a dating app
I didn’t respond to the guy. Instead, I closed out of the chat box and hesitated to open my other messages. What if they were all the same? It was easy to say whatever you wanted behind a screen, and I was almost positive MakeMeCum (should have known from his name that he was a douche) wouldn’t use that line in a bar unless he was wasted.
But I decided to see what other messages I had.
I went in order …
OutAndAbout: [Picture of a wood deck] Sorry for the unsolicited deck pic. That was for someone else
Yeah, next.
FabulousFlirt: I’m jealous of your heart because it’s pumping inside of you and I’m not
What the actual fuck? Like every user on The Click, I had no picture up on my profile. I didn’t list a single thing about me except my age and a few hobbies, but everyone just wanted to get in my pants? Reluctantly, I kept going, but the next one seemed like it had potential.
Looking4Luv12: Would you rather have three cups of coffee a day or never drink coffee again?
I decided to respond. It seemed like a harmless question and given I’d already told a guy to fuck off, what was the worst that could happen?
StickWhisperer95: Hmm I guess 3 cups a day. You?
I got out of bed, set my phone on the nightstand, and took a quick shower before crawling back under the covers for the night. As I lay there, I thought about Ford and how he’d left. We could be cuddling together, falling asleep in each other’s arms as we had before, and yet, my bed was empty.
The longer I lay there, the sadder I got. Before I could question it, I grabbed my phone and sent him a text.
You forgot the jersey
To my surprise, he responded right away.
I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d still want me to have it
I don’t mind giving you a jersey. I have plenty but do you even still want one with my name on it?
Those pesky dots hopped on the screen and finally, after several minutes, he replied:
You’ll always be my favorite player
His response didn’t quite answer my question, so I straight up asked:
Is this really the end?
A few seconds later, his reply came through:
For now
I didn’t bother to text back. Instead, I put my phone down and, at some point, I fell asleep.
My phone dingedwith a notification and I rolled over, still half asleep, to check to see what it was. Just like before, when I couldn’t stop thinking about Ford, I hadn’t slept well.
Glancing at the screen, I saw it was a reply from Looking4Luv12 on The Click app. I opened it and read what he said.
Looking4Luv12: 3 cups a day for sure. I already drink two so what’s one more?
I rolled onto my back and before I could say anything back, he sent another message.
