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I’d put it on there when people started to ask questions about my job.
When I was twenty-one, I’d taken a theater class in college that had just the perfect person there at the perfect time. Six months later, I found myself being a remote worker for a production company that helped position people and props for sex scenes.
“Well? Are you going to tell me what you’re doing?” she asked as she fished out money from her purse.
Instead of coming out with ones and tens, she came out with a wad of hundred-dollar bills.
Most people had loose change like coins in the bottom of her purse. She had wadded up Benjamin Franklins.
See? Rich bitch.
I wiggled my phone at Ellenie. “Oh, nothing. Just messaging Mr. Tinder.”
At that, Ellenie started snickering.
Mr. Tinder wasn’t actually anyone I ‘knew.’ Well, I’d thought I knew him.
Funny enough, I’d met ‘Mr. Tinder’ on a dating website for people who liked to travel a year or so ago. The website was called ‘Wander with Me.’
He was actually the one I’d given up my apartment for.
I’d thought we’d hit it off great, and that we were going to turn into something way more.
But then…well, then he ghosted me. He’d gone from calling and texting me every single day, multiple times a day, to absolute radio silence.
It was only weeks after I’d been supposed to meet him that he said ‘something had come up’ and he ‘couldn’t do it anymore.’
But that was after he’d stood me up for our first date. But also, after I’d driven six hours to meet him.
Needless to say, I wasn’t too happy with him.
But I still liked to reach out every once in a while, asking him if we were still ‘on to meet’ when he had time.
Most of the time he ignored me.
Sometimes, he sent me the middle finger emoji.
All I knew was, if I ever saw him again, he was going to get a piece of my mind.
“Where to first, kids?” Ellenie asked.
Two of them grabbed her hand and started pulling.
The third caught up mine and said, “I should’ve brought my own headphones.”
Speaking of headphones, if I was going to start following, they needed to go on.
But first.
“Listen, Buddy,” I said to the kid. “If you need me, yank on my hand. Otherwise, I won’t be able to hear you, okay?”
It was discussed beforehand, and Ellenie gave me the easiest of the three. Buddy.
Buddy was a lot like me. Not a freak or anything, but a little person who didn’t like large crowds, people too close to him, or social interaction.
We got along famously from our first introduction.
He nodded once, and I put my headphones on and started to walk.
