I can’t look.
You have to look. I bet he says something stupid, and we’ll have a laugh, and that will be the end of it.
Ugh, fine.
Duke:Well, well, well—look what the cat dragged in…
I crack a smile.
Posey:They’ll let anyone on these apps these days, apparently.
Duke:Apparently. Who’d swipe on a dude who doesn’t give his name and uses blurry pictures LOL
Posey:I was bored. Cut me some slack. Plus, I obviously knew it was you. **rolling my eyes**
Duke:No man—at least 100 women have liked my profile, and my pictures are shitty.
Posey:Stop it, you’re joking. 100?
Posey:Your profile picture is horrible.
Duke:What? No, it isn’t!
Posey:It barely looks like you. Also, your biosays you didn’t mind what someone’s feet look like, which is asinine.
Duke:What’s wrong with saying I don’t care what her feet look like??? It’s the truth!
Posey:Nothing, it’s just weird. And now that you mention it, it actually makes you sound like you might have a foot fetish.
Duke:Fuck, I never thought of that.
A box pops up after his last message. It’s a warning from the dating app server: Are you sure you want to reply to this potentially offensive message?
Oh. It must be the use of profanity.
I click yes so we can move on with our conversation because I don’t care if he used the word fuck in a sentence. Big deal.
He’s entertaining.
Posey:I mean, some people are into feet.
Duke:I’m not.
Posey:Oh please, I saw you checking out my feet tonight when we were in the kitchen.
I one hundred percent did, though I would never say that to his face.
Duke:They’re hot pink. What was I supposed to be looking at?
Posey:All I’m saying is, you MIGHT have a foot fetish.
Duke:**ROLLING MY EYES**
Posey:You’re way too easy to tease, LOL
Duke:Moving right along to a new topic…
Duke:Have youswiped on anyone else tonight, or am I the only lucky guy?