Lana looks at me with a weary look. She’s scared, I can tell. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, but we should still have fun. When’s the next time we’ll get to come to Colorado again?
“Okay, we don’t have to invite hundreds of people. It can be a small get together,” I offer.
“Define small…”
“Less than twenty people?”
“Okay, I guess I can handle that,” she says.
“Perfect!” I say. On Tinder, I tapprofile, theneditto change my bio.
My bio currently says: “I’m a handful, but that’s why you’ve got two hands.”
You wouldn’t believe the amount of guys that message, “I know where I’ll be putting my two hands.”
It kind of backfired on me, but I still think it's hot and funny, so I’ve kept it the same this entire time.
Still, I change it to: “party at my Airbnb. Show me a good time?”
That should reel in plenty of men. It’s simple, yet gives off the perfect vibe.
I start swiping again and find another blue-eyed man who looks familiar -his name is Everest. He looks really cute. He has blue eyes and a perfect smile, which meets my two requirements. So, I go ahead and swipe right. Once I do, a pop up says “It’s a match!”
Perfect! I tilt my phone screen to Lana so she can see it. She almost spits out her cocktail.
“Oh my god that was fast!” She says, mouth full of martini.
“I know, right? He’s cute!” I swipe through his pictures while still holding my phone out for her to see.
A notification pops up on the top of my screen. My eyes widen.
“It’s him!” I tell Lana.
“Open it!” She nearly shouts.
I open up the message.
Everest said, “Hey beautiful, send the addy.”
“Oh my god he wants the address!” I tell Lana, grabbing her arm and shaking it so hard that she spills the martini all over us.
“Oops, sorry!” I say through laughter.
I look at the girl clipping my toenails, “I’m so sorry, do you think you could grab us a towel?”
“Of course, Miss Brown!” She quickly stands and scurries away, probably to the back.
Lana grabs the phone from my hand and stares at the chat.
“What do I reply?” I ask, looking at her.
“Uhh, I don’t know. I’m not good at this stuff, you are!” She grabs the towel from the returned nail tech, “Thank you,” She says, wiping her arm then mine.
“Ahh! He sent another message! It says ‘I’ll show you a good time,’” Lana says, staring at the screen.
“Give me that!” I yank the phone from her hand.
I think I’m gonna play it cool and just send the address. I copy the address of the Airbnb from my email and paste it into the Tinder chat.
