“Well fuck you too bitch.”

Todd slammed down the cell phone onto the desk, and dove into his bed. Wanting to scream into the pillow, but failing to find any noise in his throat. He didn’t remain immobile for long before getting off of the bed and grabbing his phone and falling back onto the bed, unlocking his phone and opening up the messenger app and scrolling up in his most recent conversation. He quickly closed out of the app and switched to the app store. With almost no hesitation he downloaded and opened up the app, Tinder. For a second he laughed at the thought of maybe just giving up all together and downloading Grindr, but he wasn’t that far gone yet.

Without long, to his surprise and pleasure, he received a match of a very attractive girl local, with blonde hair, large breasts, and basically the whole package. He decided to be the gentleman and message first.

– Hi! You’re extremely pretty I’m honestly shocked. –

It didn’t take long for him to get a response.

– Ur cute wanna skype? (; –

“Fucking bot,” he nearly yelled, throwing the phone at the pillow then diving into the adjacent pillow, falling asleep.

—

Later that night Todd reached for his phone after waking up to check the time. To his pleasant surprise he had forgotten that he had installed his dating app before falling asleep and discovered he had several matches, some of which appeared not to be bots.

He carefully examined each girl’s individual picture, taking into account every particularly interesting feature each girl had to offer, one of which, a shorter looking girl with short, with strands of a light brown color flashing through her long black hair, caught his interest. She didn’t appear to be in the level of a supermodel by any means, but she had a slight charm to her, a rebelliousness that he was interested. Her breasts were small, but in one of the selfies she was showing off that there is something below her neck with an exposing post workout training bra shot, another was a group of her friends with her at the pool, smiling holding various colored and sized drinks. He became extremely interested in the curves of her legs, the shape graping firmly around the front end of her bikini bottoms was, to say the least, turning him on. Her name was Emi and her bio didn’t say anything noteworthy besides the fact she was attending the local community college and that she enjoyed reading, very basic girl things. Todd went in for his first attack.

– Are you more of a Steven King kinda girl or is Fifty Shades as dark as you can go? –

This was easily Todd’s worst and best pickup line he had ever thought up, because it was, in fact, his first pickup line of all time.

He had always been with Kelly, or not been interested in girls at all because he was too young then. He had lost his virginity to her, and had discovered just that day that she had been cheating on him with various guys for her first year away at college, he cut it off then and there.

A response finally came in.

– Haha. Funny pal. Shakespeare is more my kink if that’s okay with you (; –

This was his playground, jokes are easy to play off.

– I don’t mind a girl with a little class, but maybe one with a little more of a bio would help. –

Their conversation went very back and forth from there.

– There’s a lot in it, you just have to look for it. –

– Pretty sure it only says you go to college here and you like books. –

– Alright. Now take those two and put it together with clue I gave you at the start. –

– … –

– You’re not gonna make this easy for me are you. –

– Nope! (: –

– Damn Lit Majors… –

Todd sat up in his bed. He was definitely into this girl, but it was gonna be a long day if he had any plans on ever getting a chance with the girl in his messages.

—

Not even a week later he found himself standing in front of his apartment door, opening it to find Emi, in a tight, dark blue dress, perfectly curving around her ass, and placing what she had in the front, on full display for Todd, wearing a nice dress shirt and a pair of jeans that probably didn’t go with the shirt, but he wouldn’t have known.

“You’re actually stunning.” Todd could barely get out.

Emi laughed, “You’re okay… I guess.”

Todd turned red in embarrassment, “A little too much?”

“A bit more than a little,” She grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door, “Come on didn’t you say the reservation was at 6?”

“Oh yeah, of course,” Todd led her to his car and together they sped off to a local popular italian restaurant.

—

“So you live on your own?” Emi asked as she paused from her spaghetti.

“Yeah, my parents are sorta crazy and just moved out into the woods somewhere, so they taught me how pay for everything and basically left me here to go to college while they are out in some cabin or something.”

“So…